a post-cool apprentice
a peace-cadet
floating, watching, wise
a perfect halo
pearlescent
over holy, pine-blue eyes
PARCIFAL PART 2
(int. tower top)
You whisper into your wine, a curse.
“With my powers that be, I send you
a cake in midair, a cheese rind on the wind.
You'll look into the shallow waves and see-
Is that trash? It’s a parking ticket swirling by.
I send you thoughts you can feel.
A wheel in the sky keeps on bumming.”
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A dress of never-washed silk
trips and traps you like a weighted net
providing the most sincere comfort
as you consider your next move.
Tinkerbell Café
they sat on lily pads
just as expected
cleantopia people
green june beetle
moomin garden gate
hanafubuki flower storm
the two of them sang
and danced happily
life could be this way
nothing goes away
try the unknown
try new world!
Old word for New Guinea
I love you is just shorthand for 1000 or more individual unique wants.
Flashing feelings that occur in a cluster, a family of notions that we call love.
Anthropologists of the 1920s would be hard-pressed to explain this emotion to the people of New Guinea.
“It’s love” they’d mouth while leaning on one leg, batting their eyelashes and making heart-shaped hands.
The cluster of feelings overlaps Erren in a cloudy bundle when he is being good.
So too, an anthropologist can love a man in a grass skirt.
But expressing it is more difficult.
An Apple All Alone
An apple all alone
Can turn me around
Mother Nature’s sweet
Magnetic Graveyard
I must come back to Wander
to have a ritual with an animal
another species, who understands
is like an extra-judicial gift from the gods
like speaking in tongues right off the bat
communing with another wisdom set
humbling and frightfully un-explored
our ability to share w fellow earthlings
an oft-neglected facet of this prism