trials and triolets

one thought smacked into a fire beat to set ?/? time friggin triolets

1.   wet fields at morning

 

the scent of wet fields at morning

arouse my spirit, sedates my mind

i'm awake while others are still snoring

through the scent of wet fields at morning.

dreams entice and have many ignoring

the easiest and nearestpath to find

aroma of wet fields at morning

arouse my spirit, sedate my mind.

 

2.  junkie hungry for money

 

i know the sound, of a junkie, hungry for money

they have a confident insecurity of voice

a calm calamity of story

the sound of a junkie, hungry, for money.

a touch of personalness to travel a-z

listened to too carefully, already they've revoked the choice

to ignore the sound, of a junkie, hungry, not for the money

or their confident insecurity of voice.

 

3.  way too many n/a's

 

only weaker than myself

crutches used only when wanted use

like a cow kept only for milk

only weaker than my weaker self

the newest book is the oldest on the shelf

dust so archaic ink is smudge proof

only weaker than my weakest self

rusted crutches i try life without use

 

4.  ?

 

we are , at least,    going to be friends?

agree the applaud of car alarms

psychologically no story ends

may be    Enchantress,    at the least,   we could be friends?

my days off, your tattered dress- my hands to mend

and if hands are occupied            there are always my arms

i could settle for friends  but would rather be your mulligan

agree the resistance of car alarms.   

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~ haha... i used to be a junkie hungry for money... :P ~ i could roll amsterdams... :P ~ i could live in a trip... "stoned immaculate"... ~ sorry, this brilliant piece is about so much more... so beautiful... and so magical... but i'm tripping on the bits about junkiedom... ~ i guess i miss my substance abuse days way too much... damn it's been so long since i even got a whiff of the stuff... ~ you triggered too many memories... ~ maybe it's because this poem is "pure dope"... :P