a guide to moving continents, inside and outside
Because inside every flower
Inside every whisper of the willow tree
Every shift of the clouds
Of the breeze
Of the wafer thin breathe
Of a child about to sneeze
Because of rainbows and butterflies
Eyeballs and cherries
Every strange wonder that flies with the fairies
Because all this is “real”
And quite tangibly so—-I know—-
The Universe
can exist
in simply
1
of my knees
Folded Up
And Rolleded Up
Here darling, fill up your cup
When it’s full, empty again
Your cup is just a portal then
Merry along, and you go merrily
circular bee, a trilling fairy
In a space with no ending
Bending! Mending!
A random way that’s sending,
lending
See what I mean
when you start to sing
dancing your life like a quaint
Spinny Thing
Feeling your palms and they
jitter and jive
Fabulous, angel! You’re a part of the hive!
Relax to existence
Then leave when you wish
But know that it’s worth it
This cannonball splish
Splash!
We’ve arrived
Oh right,
we always are
Look up at your mountain
Enjoy cookies from the jar
Let go of the story of
Lack
Back
Attack
Beeverbumbabussyboo
We’re on to something great
So the window is dying
Panes wilting in humidity
They chip and now they’ll drip
And not a soul will notice
That’s fine, says the man, living on the sand
Burning salty crystals into glass, ass
crack filled with little particles
of sea
Mr. Miyoti
Please tie your tie
Shapen up
Listen up
Now, ours’z time to shine
Now,
Hours is not a general time
of clocks and socks and sunsets
Get yourself cosmic!
We’re heading for the stars
Glam up, we’ll take a rocket
Lightning speed, the speed of light
Neons flip flop seconds
So buff your fluff
finish life with ease
We’re off to fish for madness!
Chaotic, simply fantastic
A little blue boat
With purple silk sails
Coasts into a bushy place
A baby jackrabbit
With soft sensitive hairs
Jumps up into outer space
Three small worms
Just passed away
They sink to the earth’s bubbly core
And a tiny old man
With fine wrinkly skin
Asks the moon for just…
one hour more
After many human-doings
there came along
a real authentic human-being
and her presence was so strong
that every other human-doing
sputtered and began a cry
the biggest cry of the universe
they wailed and whistled and whined
wedged inside their cracking hearts
lay all rejected self-knowing
years of pent-up pity and shame
hidden by desperate devoting
now brought up in a split of love
even the men were shaking
what a powerful sight to see!
the venerable act of aching