Expected to fly

IamVertical

But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil

Sucking up minerals and motherly love

So that each March I may gleam into leaf,

Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed

Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,

Unknowing I must soon unpetal.

Compared with me, a tree is immortal

And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,

And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.

Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,

The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.

I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.

Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping I must most perfectly resemble them--

Thoughts gone dim.

It is more natural to me, lying down.

Then the sky and I are in open conversation,

And I shall be useful when I lie down finally:

Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

Forsaken Fumble

I've been high, I've been low
Answers Unknown
Occupy Life: where material possessions are bound
Not forcefully, however
In mind, and in personal priority
Perceptions Unbound
I fumble to find the 'right' route
Romp through relics of my anomalous retreats
I often float, flee, or figure, but never am I directed to be
I go.
I flow with a stream of consciousness
Nothing but a map, as I unfold it, it unfolds me
My feet initiate the dream
Meditation proves me
We meet
You flow
We flow there
Mother Brain awaits



HAIKU ATTEMPT STARTS NOW

sound fallacies corrupt my mind
I cave into the perceptions of time
Come rescue my doubled vision

FAIL

Attempt 2

Happy is my name
I see light in the shame game
Say you are the one

crap on the toilet
says hey your ass looks great BABE
fuck off piece of crap