low poem-count for March, due to collaging 5 kitchen cabinet doors during month . . . more art, less poetry, more poetry, less art.
2022.3.6 – Burning dragon’s blood to sweeten air
2022.3.14 – THC content
2022.3.21 – Need endless
2022.3.22 – Some eat
2022.3.24 – Rain drives earthworms
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Burning dragon’s blood to sweeten air
smoking sage to quiet mind
drinking chamomile to soothe soul
searching inner dark for plot’s arc
looking for script
cameraman
director
suspecting none
yet one happy stumblebum
blessed with 3 unearned sweeties
cat, dog, wife
in luck-filled adventure-fueled
rainbow life of spice
nice
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THC content
is like IQ
sometimes less is more
Would I still be smoking dope
if I hadn’t gone to HIGH school?
I’m a once-Christian
sloppy ex-Buddhist
One thing Pappy taught me
never piss off the wind
Don’t complain about aging
you either wrinkle, or you rot
Hard to see the magic
when ugly crud accrues
This o so slow slide of dread
into contentment
If a tree falls across a forest
does sap ensue?
My ass knows the answer
but breath asks anyway
We keep darkness away
by creating, cheating
lying
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Need endless
world small
future TBD
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Some eat
others get eaten
and round go round we go
The rich feast
while poor fade
to fighting weight
Yet right now
this very moment
it’s a 3-deer day with 5 geese honking
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Rain drives earthworms
onto asphalt
the birds feast
Faint halfmoon in sky
looks like CGI
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