Strange chanting in the night air by liz snader
Resembling passionate nudest hippies gathered
‘round a camp fire, having
Found themselves chanting in the night
Out of respect and recognition
The gods-so pleased
With their positive thoughts,
That they granted the hippies
Peace of mind.
Like the moving tides.
How long have you been staring?
My strange mind leaking from pen to paper.
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Mushrooms
Like silent naked monks huddled
around an old tree stump, having
spun themselves in the night
out of thought and nothingness—
And God so pleased with their silence
He grants them teeth and tongues.
Like us.
How long have you been gone?
A child’s hot tears on my bare arms.
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