When it’s charm school.
When it’s the belonging of music
—that song of hers…
(And yes, the moon would renounce
her throne quietly if My Good Beauty Queen laid claim.)
When it’s the lewkiest lewks of all.
When beauty was invented, for goodness’ sake!!!
I want it,
I got it.
When roses
everywhere
are Roses.
When Friendly returns for another
look at the water flow and the joyous
wilderness is on tap for tonight,
when the Enlightenment is marshaled,
when the budgeting is finally done.
When there’s a baby in the window.
when it’s my wheel, it’s the war
god on the cusp / when it’s nextdoor to
the key, but what kind? a diary.
she warned, it’s the summer of mistakes
and the clock says ocean, so I need a nap
backed by a field of rainbow:
i was made for love
im baby the botanist, baby the rumor,
the garden nursery, baby the ruler;
when the wheelbarrows are positively poetry-in-motion. purple.
majesty. Yes to all and sister to chaos.
winds turn your head … Ready? they say … Honey … Fear,
The mysterious carriage appears.
… am I a cold-hearted snake or do you just have a crush on me?
Observe:
GO bestfriend!!!
You, my best friend.
When it’s times-up, yeah now
It’s my time (Time is YES).
Tits up!
When it’s flights-up
to the golden, to the mountaintops.
I am a tree
growing as I do.
when you’re on call and the demo’s done;
coffee and poetry on the deck in the morning;
when the sun lights your courage and you say hello;
when time is a river, a river moving through you–
ajoy–when the door is ajar…
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