8/29/2022 gate(less) poetry
Wood 8/29/2022, Juris d. Ahn Surely, you know you’ve done enough drugs, when certain movies evoke a hallucinatory memory, clueless about plot, content, actors, you say I was there! And you mean it when you say I’ve lived a good life, filled with adventure, regret, madness an ordinary life and say Trees are my bones! Not metaphorically, literally it’s not good enough dream branches are your undercarriage, or to talk to the maple in your backyard, as another No the hollow in my phalange is filled with stardust and sawdust! And yes that’s the same thing if we go back, far enough, true enough deep enough, and you say Yes, we’re wood and rocks and water! And know, it’s not up for debate, since we’ll all agree with you in the end, when you’re beyond caring concerned with wind in your ribs and the color of birds In my hair!
The color of birds in your hair