Peaceful easy wrapped in sweet striking window sunshine.
I’m found loving icy snow from the wood stove warm inside.
Here I go, flying over the white lawn up the rocky mountain incline
past heavy hanging covered pine branches, blue skies frozen,
exhilarated considerations, nice to see you, bye birdies, goodbye.
Got me some new shoes for you
Give you twinkle
Step you step you ooo so full truth, just so see it
Make a you a glow mind kind a smiler, simple beauty really
No, you caint say that shit like really, you bull shitter
Step into see it like you can only do
Only you with the mind you have babe, one of a kind
with these kicks.
IS calls em ass kickers
securing my caught ankles
that throb to Achilles insane.
The Money Mind Robber has strung me up,
hung me anatropous in obsessive analyze and strategize desires.
It has become all conquer games with snake figurines,
and I can’t wriggle free.
My tounge choked with hung, eyes blurred with bulging,
dark money everything,
my blinded dying reach gripping spiteful grabs,
dangling great times.
I’m happy, figure that this early.
Perhaps the Black Masked Chickadees,
working their pair-synch-machine,
sparking the feeder to the limbs,
quick on their sunflower seed kick.
Dark hooded Juncos hopping sweet mad,
staring me down like I’m the clown that feeds them.
And a hooray! Damn Woodpecker,
a skilled tree climber scoring on a dead tree,
concentrates so strong, rapping the bug thing.
That little tuft of red on his tail feathers
flairing in flight
has to be the coup reason for my smiling.
Me and Mz Grem
gotta thang, quite unusual.
Quiet steps, eyes askance, knows about,
according to the thousands of games she’s played.
Slipped my throttle neutral, no of course it wasn’t you dear,
as I go sailing past my zeroed target, ready to wail.
Where am I, had it down, now, where to be found?
Her heart throbs victorious, as she sniffs my confusion.
Twists a feather, coy with yearning.
Made me promise to blow it
pretty like for amusement.
I could not believe the feather had a mind, grem like, it avoided my breath.
Trickery was her belief and she lived by it.
Life’s short, songs sweet, much to be seen,
I watch her stinging twisted wry.
The no ness of what you think you believe.
Such beauty, the 100 faith she has in her beliefs
though twisted and insane,
yet so steadfast, incredible, knows,
believes to the roar her ways.
Something about euphoria.
So strikes in mellow finery.
Its ok, in its best easy good way,
sweet best kind of way.
Now there may be insanity bubbling ready to boil over
but i’m watching carefully the hellacious, what’s kickin chili now.
Elation with just plain coo in the all is well.
Please, dear precious, please, boogey boo me anytime you wish.
You knew nothing about me and fell in love.
Saw a few telltale signs,
something glimmering about me.
Not right necessarily according to the entire scene.
It was yes good.
Table set and patterns of places
gleaming just right and you knew it was s’good.
Upset by a spill or two.
Yet you kept that imaginative elusive need so precise.
You so sought it, saw it in blinks, thinking that was the way it was.
Some alien but real thing was going on,
when your ace logic was blown unmistakably away,
and I kept calling upon you so good, mad with love.
Not in love but definitely so precisely mad about you.
The extreme of proclaim
May you see the light of clarity,
brilliant in its wow dimensions
in which you found a brilliant awakening of anything
in which you felt ultra good
Go with That one, so go with it
Feel enraptured enough with that one thing
that you felt ultimate in your special dimension
of enjoying to the limit
That thingness about the thing you do
That when you think of it, it is all you want to do
No remorse, frustration, no other unlike thought sifting
Then check out more ultra aware
And it doesn’t always have to be sex
I don’t really wish to sit long,
sleep in this easy chair.
A vehicle, yes, taking me through the night,
lost in the wail of mind.
Trainsongs individualized by the midnight riders,
engineer ghosts rumbling midnight rails a couple of miles away.
Long and lonely they air their hooter horns to me,
accentuating artistic silent spaces between moans.
I become, am, no doubt, the trainman entering sleep,
mislaid from my lazy boy reality, tending my hot engine,
ultra aware of iron expanding in the wood burner stove.
Pine fire crackles, hisses sneaky, snaps & pops, doing real fine,
moving my train, chugga-chugga-woo-whoo-woo.
Rambling man, got this thing going on.
In charge like the devil of the night.
Doing my job along the main Darkgren sleep line.
Hell, I ain’t missed a day of work in fifty years.
We’ll sure enough be in Vegas by daylight.
Hoo ee hoo, hawwwww so good.