giantry (Dawnlynne)

A Poem by Richard

She's living in the moment she saw it
walk across her puddle
and never left a ripple
doing a handstand on mother’s paisley carpet

throwing up the staircase
acting like a vulture screaming ‘Kiss me kiss me’
then sleep in the bed shaped like lucifer
wrapped up like weeds in the jungle
holding a 6-armed monkey umbrella
it’s incredible to think
maybe she's sailing through the sun
on this November night
but, nah!
just practicing her bubblegum tricks
and floating on a bridge in the middle of the sand
trying not to spill her ice cream hands
she would have made it too
slender and bony
in her red shoes but
Time gets away,

like a wet blanket

so she pulls it up close

it takes it’s time on the crooked old house
making noises in autumn but shy in winter
A Siberian woman who
says she’ll never be Russian
or pretty
knows when judgment come in the reception hall of the afterlife
she wants naught nor need
to live for the moment

like the wild ones
in the smoke rings of heaven

ENTER: executioner of love, crumbling cheekbone saint

O, let thy ownership sail thankful dream ships

and beckon, or just wave because we like it