YOU GUYS’S PLANETS
Resting in the cradle of the vernacular
that babble, however it was I learned it
Innocently I let myself into it as that’s
what we did
Remembering that
I can’t get angry with anyone
Peace;
anything you want can be yours in time
Radio sings to me
Anything you want
Peace
I come in peace;
live long and prosper
All you guys’s planets
That’s what I say
“You guys’s” for gals and guys
a democratization of address
Everything I love,
ideas and known objects
orbs in my meditation space
it’s all interesting
Conjugations of their circulations
I peace, you peace, we peace, one peaces
And whatever this’s called:
happy, happier, happiest, happily, etc.,
although I’d like to just rest in happy
not think about what else
I can stuff into it
just let the ers and est’s
happen naturally via dividend
of good practices
and grace
I’d like to observe
as though everything a mobile and
me with soft baby’s skin
gentle babble
light touch
~ Lady