8375. SO BUSY PICKING FLOWERS

SO BUSY PICKING FLOWERS

Hard as it is to believe  -  clear as the

nose on your face, all the rest. The world's

coming down on their incidental heads, all

these people, but they let it stay. Rather be

captivated by dung-beetles today.

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Let's write another cheesy poem, boys

and girls, about that butterfly you saw on

the glowing horizon, or how your cat

turned a joy-somersault this morning

at the rise of the sun and the glow of

the light. That falling leaf, which

tip-toed down the very stairs of

a glimmering Heaven, seen in 

blue, I guess by you, for the

very first time!

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Tell me again of oh your broken hearts,

and all those missed caresses, or the scents

of a groin or the tear wispy-willow on

your old lover's cheek. That's a gun, by

the way, to your temple. Those are the

authorities there, the ones you unwittingly

let in to take over your lives while you

were lovingly gazing at stars. Yes, 

so lovingly gazing at stars.