mother,
precious giver,
I cannot repay you,
but accept the humility
of men
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mother,
precious giver,
I cannot repay you,
but accept the humility
of men
of men
and their struggle...
a legacy of great
achievements and, moreso, of great
sorrows
sorrows
cleanse happiness
getting us ready for
another layer of real life
pile on
pile on
ice cream of life:
strawberry hearts, pralines,
darkest, warm chocolate, whipped cream, and
jimmies!
Jimmies—
Cagney, Carter:
One caught our eyes on screen,
One became a great President,
Pathways...
pathways
through the forest
verdant greens, emerald, jade...
layer upon layer of rich
green life
green life
yes, immature
although I've learned a lot
but please, won't you speak to me with
old words
old words,
straight from the heart,
a song you can't forget,
precious thoughts that linger all day
and night
and night
fingers touching
my leg over your hips
like synchronized swimmers, we turn
and spoon
and spoon
by spoon stirring
the light between curtains
with indigo night that goes on
and on
and on
we will travel
our bright faces shining
never revealing our depths of
despair
despair
is a deep slough—
fighting hard, sinking fast:
ceasing struggle, you find you can
swim out…
swim out
to where the moon
reflects in the ocean
but do not disturb the mirror
shining
shining
red reflections,
the dancing of the flames—
with the cover torn from Hell's Mouth—
it burns
it burns
with a red heat
relentlessly devours
blue, green, yellow, violet, and
leaves black.