souls of done, get done

those i know, will always glow

space for more; core

“The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were. ”

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963);

grow

it’s a matter of time

some call it the cocoon

others the half moon.

train tracks warped by this sweet summer breeze

garden paths worn by fairy tales and make-believe

dusty dungaree knees, apple pies and silver white lies

hearts, infected with youth, truth

we walk, pace even

up, down, up all night long, until the earth beneath us wears thin

cracks will form

cracks will form

rearrange your respiratory routine,

angle your thoughts,

flirtatious feasts of stars and sculptures

stuff yourselves silly with questions, gorge

fill yourselves up on quizzical dilemmas

leave no room for dessert, not ever.

i dream ergo i am.

you're the person

morality,mummy, mortality fear

edges, blurred with borderline curls and peanut butter swirls

tastes and salt. 'rim and riches.

you've got great trees, great seeds, great deeds in your palms, psalms

the flies around you. the mice are coming, running for your truths

sit sally on your knee, read the kiss of life from grandfather's silver plum tree.

the shrubs with your guns and the knitted knitters on the living room wall. feet in a row.

love on a thursday evening, life on a soup tuesday, aspire on your birthday, give birth on your birthday.

globe's a thrown, for all things unknown, wind's a catalyst, spit alongside us.

go fishing.

i'm in love with your insides

exchange student study

the serenity in overseas come home,

the cage like manoeuvre in unfamiliarity,

sing me down into your way and the anticipation of language, thick with pitch irrelevance

perfect posture and a podium for new heights, stand tall, invariably small,

give you space to try by, help ensure your survival

glance and under a rectangular wash of darkened growths, stare me out, then in, and back around the world again.

flood mine with your top hat like failure.

down (words)

red clouds of something ever-absent

a need to rise, a turn of the wind - change in weather

slow talking tigers and their grumbles about the climate

a stodgy-simmer like temperament of cat and no mouse.

a passive feather, dust in the velocity of your racy-place. 

stand on my toes, i don't mind, won't mind.

your refined tongue cuts my awe down the middle;

sows it back up with crimson thread.

keep your head up, keep your heart strong, keep your mind safe. 

keep your heart strong.

the ukranian love for yidden

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