Friday, May 15, 2026

Bond James Bond

 







The poetry of earth is wide

from here to undiscovered

Cities low beneath the woods

roots falling stars dirt cover. 


Keats the master

wrote grasshopper

it hopped

into my head


thru earth and sea

we tunneled deep

finding secret lands


crystal shops on mountain tops

reptilian spies albino hide

rabbits Alice then . .


Remembering my bedroom window

big tooth smiled I'm three

no idea what happened next

erased my memory.


But next birth recommissioned

to fly skies anywhere

park at night in ocean depths

globes bright and warm


sleep with a piece nearby


then shoot to icy city 

dinner sumptuous feast

big tooth working maitre d

eyes wide now dead meat.

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