SWEET PEACEFULLY

"THINGS I dream Of" - A poem by his wooly 
mammoth mr. WOODY.


[Not much is left to the imagination
     to leave the Plantation in the sultry sun...]

"So what does Woody dream?" Of
Most things, Good...
To have lived that we should have not
known the sweet --Heavens
                                  now forbidden fruit

The knot you swallowed 
Adams apples
lodges / in your throat
                "seeds 
of trees lush -- green with Ideas"
who so to speak is 
         a Head of a Family tree
         summer breezey tops  
bright songs light bittle birds
California girls and wild 
the boardwalk, the "coast's
voluptuosity" travel the herd...
      
"sheezus!
if this is hell....damn...boing!"

"I thawt I taw a p***y 
cat" 
bettys kitty playboy bunny
Aye
Mammy, Selfies will last longer
than the g-spot you accidentally 
bumped into

"Because poppy wanted something new"
HEAD is where you dump
s**t and piss n s**t.

Lavatory of Mad Bladders
     Tags sharpies spray-paint walls say
the craziest - don't ever dial the number
that escorts the bad drawn dongs 
and Vag'ges . scribbled in eye lashes
looking sideways toward you 
for a kiss...?

He thought he knew,
I'm secure with my manly mystique
not damaged having none of him around
I sleep easy
                without 
a father-dad-uncle-brother stress
pressure to proove myself
with stacks or whips...

so yeah, you know who's what's up

great Gran D is maw-maw's boy
gone off-grid they visit Vegas
Ranches  and ride the stallions
Gran-D gramps : the bunnies...
     (They sleep in quite well
      those heat waves summer fun...
catching rays and Zs.)

Herbalist
Maybe Woody dreams 
are all Natural            
                          * (to question existence 
                            and wanting more) 

of Seed... of Sea? --of Trees I mean
meditate a sedative
bow down to Xanex!* rroooaaarr!
And in Any hood, it is your Word kept
Honors Mens Respects

Standing Tall like "Things" of Woody Dreams

Prisms
And Sleep's winter warmths
Hot Chocolates Marsh mellow Pillows 
              [Well Rested]
Is the dream of this heart 
the Poet sank
my Battleship--Me.

*"I will always care for Thee,  

  but I can only carry Me."

  If in Sleep...?
                              Sweet       Peacefully.