Dear Moon: I feel you drifting further away every night. It is only a matter of time until you swing a little to far away and …. Well, there you go
Dear Moon: I feel you drifting further away every night. It is only a matter of time until you swing a little to far away and …. Well, there you go
Listen to your poem until its voice appears like a streetlight against a night sky. Let it sit like a Buddha in a garden, asking you to wonder by. Ask your poem its sign, knowing it will be perfectly in tune. Tell your poem its future, knowing It will find true love and travel soon. …
I will live for today Tomorrow I will have my cake and eat it too Metaphorically Tomorrow Because I will go on a diet Tomorrow I will call my mother Tomorrow I will stop procrastinating Tomorrow But for now I will write in my notebook Because this is now
Falling free The freedom to live as myth The Freedom to be a blithering idiot The freedom to ask anything The freedom to be wrong The freedom to be right The freedom to turn right at Albuquerque The freedom to tolerate lactose The freedom operate large machinery The freedom cry at your own party To …
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