Night seems to grow a beard,
laughs in full heart, hoots and go
naked amid its own
colony for pure nudists.
The earthen pipe of pot-dreams
falls from its coarse hand, softly.
Ha! Call it a crazy man,
beggar, homeless, nomad, dirt;
it is just night, calm, Zen like.
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an up-and-down blue
Have you ever tried to win one’s heart
with a catch line that her eyes are
two storied market place of nonsense?
The young guitarist has been
playing an up-and-down blue;
your abstract courtship makes her smile.
the reflection of her smile floats on
the large peg of whiskey, as you drink
you reach a Saturday lake, holding
the delicate hand which needs sun.
pick up a flower, make its petals
the makeshift rafts. Have you learned to swim
in nonsense water, in one’s love?
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