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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