heal all

sweet  metallic on mouth's roof
purple bells in constant drupe
sink inside angst's belly  growl
earth transforms that aerie howl

pulls fireworks to the heart of earth,
lips ready for the start of birth
scented  wind winks come hither
where gravity is all a dith er



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i say i lose interest but i think it's more
the mundane way that rhyme enters my head.
i'm too programmed , tv jingles and pringle's pop top
jamborees. softball and apple pie, ma.i leave
the rhyme to the pros, the ones in the know
spittin ex temporay, down with the hizzay.
oh wizzay that's so old, you think you beast
you think u sick but you just ain't
bein here on my level, man. just aint.


ok so. yeah. i just really suck at rhyme.



























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heal all

this christmas eve
there is a present for her
after all, a tiny red macy's
box with a white bow that snaps
open on one bud from you
one bud from me and one we found
under the cedar chest that the pot gods
wanted her to have.