A Clear State

The saving of daylight,

Gave me my sunrise back,

It’s nearing too late though,

The last of many,

A faultful break is ahead,

Guards have reassembled,

Power is restored,

No more banana pancakes,

Instead, empty truffles,

With hope of richness in each dome,

Squashed by echoing caves,

The bets are off,

The cheetah is unamused,

Distracted by black velvet,

The dock is left behind,

Destination unknown,

Duration undetermined,

But departure inevitable,

It’s sad it has to be like this,

Bravery reduced by intellect,

When did the pink innocence leave?

Time taints everything,

Unparalleled expectations,

But adjacent desires,

Patience has never been a gift of mine,

I believe my heart to be clean,

But years must wrap my mind,

A few more curious nodes to my stem,

Oaky knowledge is upon me,

A minty breeze has swept,

My mind is clear and primed

for what tomorrow will bring,

Focused calm has arrived,

And doubt is gone with the clouds,

I am peacefully ready,

And, oh boy, excitedly relieved.


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Sunflower Eyes

Youthful memories always clear of apples,

Of thought, necessity, or temptation,

Just as Janis, sleeplessly rested,

We are blinded by the house,

Sharp against the plum-stained concrete,

Endless canary skies and lemonade filled corners,

Belly aches over grass skirts and hairy jungles,

Fiery bark and shallow trees,

But where do the branches lead?

Knees smeared with grass remnants,

Innocently pink ears and sugarcoated strawberries,

Carmel burned backs and blading with Blacky,

Forever narrated by Floyd,

Advised to question the machine,

A mother’s strength is tested,

Wall tearing is my doing,

Rightful responsibility of elders,

Footsteps run deep,

Powder reins easier terrain,

But don’t stray too far sister,

For the waves are coming,

With undulating pain,

And shimmer that is scarcely sprinkled.

Just let the teepees back in,

Walk through clean mud,

Remember scorching Silverman days,

Sharing one pillow as the other is bare,

Home alternated with the meadows,

Beautiful, sunflower eyes,

Always stealin’ my show,

And steppin’ on my plants,

I wish you to see what I see,

Doubt would bottom out,

Smoke signals would cease,

The magnolias smiled early,

I can hear the creek,

Bends no longer known,

Miller replaced by Putah,

In my older endeavors,

But the beach is where your canoe has docked,

As I gleefully tip my hat,

I pray for you,

Not in fear, but in hope,

Hope that you will give in,

Succumb to the dreams of your bones,

The power of your hands,

The strength of your toes,

The wisdom of your eyes,

The faith of your veins,

And the beauty of your music,

Just love you like you love me,

Let all the coins fall,

And dive into your mocha sea,

The hour strikes hard,

It is time for the lonesome era of self immersion,

Goodbye for now,

Never let the sunflowers dim

And I will always be here.

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