Relax
Someone asked of me,
"Where to next?"
My head split in seven layer banana pieces.
"I give up. Trick question?"
Licking my finger,
Hanging into opened sky,
He puzzled,
Wondering in warped mind.
I have eyes to see,
Starting to shape like an egg,
Poor fellow,
I warned him.
"I am only feeling the emotional wind current,"
"Where to go now"-
Let see,
Soul express by train,
Outer space on rocketship,
Course I leave the radio off,
Do not want to here from ground control of problems.
Walking in someone else footsteps.
Treading pink horizon sprayed,
Sparkle colored gold-silver.
Where angels delight in the impossible challenge,
Dancing on the wall.
Autobahn,
Yes!
No speed limited poetry.
Friend nerves showing meltdown signs.
"Relax your beauty little reading head."
When I finished writing, read, it will take you on the journey poetry were I have
arrived at.
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