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James Tee Poem
Sprinkler man,
Dancing in an idle neighbourhood.
Eyes rolled back feeling fine,
gallon coat of tears,
his boat drifting
like his floating feet
His mind an endless note
charming the children from the river,
disturbing mud packets of thought,
Caught a fish he did, the sprinkler man,
swirls waving hooks in the air
paddling like a worm
curling like a note he wrote.
--The night is young
Still stuck in his river yellow mind
Brewing toxins falling to the ground out the
entrances of his pointers
He lives down on the alley
praying amongst tall grass
weaving a sunrise, exhaling
the lifes clouds drifting along in deep currents of blue.
He was my father at one point.
sold his tanned heart and smoked
sticky dreams flooding valleys
staunhcing him a like a shadow coat
Starfishes in the corner,
intoxicated pacified in a midnight blanket
mono train exaiming ants briefly stern.
on he goes
Destroying darkness
shovelling blood out his ten shores
spiriling notice leaving the world behind.
Riding quilts galloping,
All is quite fine with the clown
teething
moping like a wave to his mothers palm.
On he crys..
Singing
Copyright © James Tee | Year Posted 2014
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James Tee Poem
Nine, growing in your garden, tennis balled, nettled feet, under spell heat dressed
in your hills quiet blanket.
Barren block of shadow banquet, seized, drowned, caved mind.
Nine. Weather comes out broad through wooden planks,
attached tear drops rope the sky.
Sticky eyes, stung loose.
Warmed itchy, Prone to gravel raids-
tones brush a song.
Sinkers melt your webs drunk, pruned in day lights amazement.
Creatures from the deep end perform, scribbling along your intentions.
Snakes sit; Capital rainy sleepers.
pecking whistles lime your feet,
A sliding shadow is your mirror, at nine.
Copyright © James Tee | Year Posted 2014
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