I should receive a "Good Neighbor Award"
Let's play "frisbee physics"
on this color winter night
somewhere near a seaside cresting with the waves--
lilies that can sprout
through ice-covered ponds listening, even
through broad-expanded cold
for the stirring of an insect
Welcome to my unraveled yarn
The greatest ideas & thoughts
manifest when the lights are out
The mind, like burning logs,
surrounded by layers of familiarity,
builds up when the lights are out
"Ha-ha" once meant "any unexpected barrier, a dead end"
perhaps like the struggle to burst
from a cocoon
or an unwelcomed villain cowboy
bursting into a saloon
unable to straighten his arms
Welcome to my Black Sea
already underneath your skin
idyllic garlands & vivid harvests--
tongues of former poets buried in the land within,
a whistful gap where you shall
not find me...
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