A Rising On Valentines Resur E Rection

A rising on Valentine’s Resur -e – rection Four AM Valentine’s morn, I awoke. Stiff as a board - stands a mighty oak, reaching up = a gift for that heavenly body - that sweet delicious pink cloud = wishing to penetrate – into ecstasy ( her shroud ). There I stood, against the ravishes of old age and time – for a long, long time – with no place to go, for deep down – in my heart – I’ve come to know that in my branches, you will never climb nor upon this mighty oak, come to rest. The wood that greeted me, will never greet you, Will never be a pillar of strength for you to climb upon. To pulp- my wood, this mighty oak – becomes. B.J.”A” 2 January 27th 2007