Part
1
I.
If
October is like orange falling from fingers
reaching for a cloudy sky
Then
May is like white spreading form a yellow center
fanning
out for a blue one
If
October is like candy
hitting
the bottom of buckets of scary ghosts
Then
May is like watermelon
being
cut and dripping from the fingers
of
brightly colored dancers
II.
Earlier
today I saw a curve in the road
A curve
so sharp yellow arrows have to
Show
your direction
Earlier
today I saw a man on a bike
Attempt
the curve
Dressed
in blue he sped down the straight
Then
coasted that curve
Just
hugging the white line that traces the edge
Earlier
today I saw sunlight on that curve
That
shot a whiff of violin
III.
And
this too….
This morning I witnessed
a ridiculously photogenic grave
The sunlight came down from the heavens
And enveloped a statue cross
The mist caught in swirls to add
To the spirituality
I began to think of another world
I mean what else would an image like
this do?
Its higher and just I suppose
A place where you go when you
Want to see amazing sights and things
The glow reminded me of ice cream
Orange sorbet and the crisp morning air
Was it sunset of sunrise?
So cliché
This image I see is so cliché
IV.
Once
in a dream I drowned
Bubbles swam from my mouth
But I could feel hardness from my lungs
I became stone sinking form the light
Crystal blue enveloping me
Eyes closing but feeling the
Bubbles come from me
People around me now
Like the same
But not scared like me
Or am I scared
This is a dream
Part 2
I. I
never thought life could be like looking up and forgetting about what I’m doing
I never thought life could be so fun
I
never thought a child’s giggle could reach your eyes and make them smile
I never thought dancing could be so easy
I
never thought bliss could come in a dress of
lace and black
I never thought golden could make you
that much sweeter
And
I never thought holding hands Could make you smile
II.
Believe
me what happened next wasn’t okay
I
turned the corner to see a man looking my way
I caught a start
Because he didn’t look the part
To be a so called work of art
The
worst thing you ever said to me was nothing
You walked up to me and has the audacity
To just say nothing
You think it’s alright
But it’s not
IV.
These
days I feel like just hanging
Just
letting the world drip from my fingertips
And toes
I feel like letting blood throb to my
head
And make me forget what happened today
V.
Listen….i
know you want something Philosophical out of me
Sit with you and give you the facts
The spiritual side
But honestly life isn’t about meaning
It’s about doing
So go…
Once
in October I know something happened
Was is before or after that asked for
kiss?
I sat on the couch and listened to a
Heartbeat
VII.
But
it is not October, it is May
So that must mean the falling orange
Has been replaced with crystal blue
drops
That must mean glimpses of scary ghosts
Must now be swirled orange and vanilla
Ice-cream dripping from a spoon
It
must mean the golden curls of misty sunlight
Have not turned to squirming worms
Of soon to be butterflies
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