Bottled

Drivel in a puddle Cried my tears The bowl is dry The water is a wonder we all need there is no why The water is life The life is for the all We can not keep our pigeon read We only seam to fall There is a crawl up a way side There is a demon in the tree You should not question every feeling , the sky is the ceiling This is only a dream Nothing is as it seems and it will never be so Only one time Sometime Can I begin From where I started from? The lord is a word The meaning is old The vulture’s a bird Not one scrap left for thee Me? I see you I can be beneath you In the clouds catching your shine Not mine. No Mine is a long soft wave The song of a swan The honk of a goose in my feathers Warm like the hot water bottle by my feet The crickets make sounds that I will never forget Chirping us all to sleep until the next season comes The high tides The Bay of Fundy The rocks show early The fish swim sparkling The same as we all keep moving and shining in our own way. Everything is all the same in a way that it isn’t at all Separately equal only makes sense as a philosophy But everything is equally absurd Before the lightning strikes Before the crow caws in the morning The mist is thicker than the shaving cream my Papa never used My goat is bearded The lamp is lit The fire is cracking My fun is never a lack I have sight to see I have sounds to hear My touch is connected to my brain It is shocking The memory The strange details The inability to forget The chore of remembering Not as delightful as the chores of a farm My old body is going I wish it wouldn’t take you so long This experience has filled me To burst into an entire new Universe