Sword In The Stone

Tonight, I cobble together scribbles of words ~

Scriboetry.

I scrabble and grumble
scroot and scrooze until
I sweat it out and dance

RAPOETRY.

Word cuberty tossed
and torn from the page
like fresh garden greens
in a salad mixed with VITABILITY!

suddenly

tastes of hootery
“a good time story.”

Why?????

because I can…

it’s my bluejo.

 

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ag ~ July 2015

Romancing the Earth

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“Summer swells our being” she said.

“Yes, and our lust” I reply, thinking less of a coital connection and more of the
voluptuousness of ripe tomatoes companioned with garden basil and fresh garlic.

While my love life is a tangle, I can always rely on rolling fields of summer grass, slippery hikes along a waterfall, air heavy with peach and raspberry, cooling cucumber water and clouds that stroll a cornflower-blue sky.

For now, love and other sorrows lost in the kindness of daisies.

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ag ~ July 2015