29.
i finally find
the
lock and key
you
steal my handlebars from me
without
them i clearly cannot steer
i
chase you and you run in fear
the
house by the highway has holes in the deck
your
broken legs are affixed to stilts
you
accost the passers
for
their cash
with
these barking dogs
this
dream cannot last
30.
heavy beats
thunk
whappa-whappa
sticks
strike buckets
as
heat beats the street
clunk,
wham, slam,
he
coulda been a big star,
but
here we are
sticks
slappin'
feet
tappin'
lean
strong
limbs
dance
as
he raps and chants
put
your money in the bucket!
his
catchy refrain
how
many dollars
will
he catch today?
enough
for a meal or
a
place to stay?
play
on brother, play.
31.
natarajasana
each
breath a note
in
the whistling flute
of
my throat
each
word a chord
so
hum
each
fierce step
i
wield my sword
moments
decisions
turn
and spin
reaching
out
or
looking within
my
soul inhabits
this
fleshly sack
writing
its song
with
my swaying back
creating
the shape
of
each moment
and
phrase
as
hours become days
we
come here
given
this one chance
i
feel the music,
lets
dance!
32.
yesterday's synecdoche
writing
poetry in my dreams
beautiful
handmade
raiment
rainbow
healing altars,
scattered
crystals
broken
stones
too
many witches
in
this kitchen
we
need to restore order
before
she returns
an
homage to
an
artist and poet from the past
not
forgotten
your
face lives on in his
mingled
with her beauty
he
who hath an ear
let
him hear.
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