Where I live....
When I reach the halfpace
I decide which way to go.
Is it up or is it down
should I even know?
If you say to go up
and offer me some tea
then jentacular tastes great
no matter which floor I see.
Don’t be bothered with gobbledygook,
no matter where you land
in my world you are the best
can you understand?
I see you are quite bothered
with rhymes that make you think
Can you see the tittynopes
in the bottom of my drink?
So now that you are here
on my floor where I am.
Take a note of how I look
Ulotrichous is my glam.
Midi bright October night,
In the sky-eyed clouds,
Gold and silver then my Lord
Did radiate thy wondrous light.
At each few steps I paused,
Turned my face upward
To bathe in your suspended strength -
Bearded Zeus,
Thy razor-sharp nose,
Square-cut head,
Ulotrichous beard,
Blazing away so near above -
Old Zeus
Cloud gatherer.
They billow just above that far hill
I think I see old Zeus peer out
the piercing eyes ulotrichous beard
hair a roiling wiry nest of whirls
Father of the universe
those Olympian palace trumpets bear
It is the wind and such a wind those sirens
crying shaping sounding
Old Zeus is soon become in depth his invisible blue
Such agitation! I cannot tell ground from above
I sit on cool damp grass dizzy dizzy
the wet-sense separates myself from on high
Clouds festivals and sirens....
Debussy must have laid out on such
hearing post horns in the chase
the chase of clouds and sky
Yes a stallion's head his flaring nostrils form
And I am soon mounted riding wed
Bodiless I dodge and call ahead
"Afternoon!" transformed lifted off the meadow grass
"Take me!" tossed among the fickle folds gaping
A trip like this comes but once in mind's mystic shaping
I hear the golden brass in perfect organ tones
with sirens unite
Earth passes 'neath my enchanted sight
a festival of lights
sun-clad in blue and white
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