PEEVISH
PEEVISH POET BLUES
Fine is the girl with a dapper cut & cobalt blue hair
sitting cross-legged over there She looks like a saint
eyes cast heavenward breasts dangling perilously She
is smoking & speaking in tongues I wonder if she will
allow me to linger & stare? Or stomp over & drag me
into the black fountain at The Monk School of Global Affairs
Come baptize the peevish-poet if you dare She doesn’t need to
be in a forest to get lost in one Now the microscopic redspiders
close in & the white skeleton bugs begin to bite ankles on a hot
+ hellish day in the city
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*trees produce substances which boost the human immune system
& multiply dopamine levels 10fold The absence of trees in one’s life
may lead to severe anomie & to skies filled with dead stars
Summer Solstice Stonehenge 2014
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