poems + me&Chat 2025.5.,6-11
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2025.5.6 – It’s not the tail of the monkey
2025.5.7 – “Please don’t remove or move
2025.5.7 – When we get rich
2025.5.11 – I cling to my coffee
2025.5.11 – I’m weary worn
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It’s not the tail of the monkey
that bites and claws
but it is a stinky proposition
Outside tribal fire
it’s dark
less spark
Burn with the bitten
swoon with the smitten
I add my own arc
Knew a donkey once
carried his carrot to Buddha
went back to the fold
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“Please don’t remove or move
any chairs” they bray
while the boat is sinking
ain’t no lifeboat
and no way off
And yet I hope
not supposed to don’t mean don’t
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When we get rich
going to inject myself
with chlorophyll
turn green
sit in sun
feed for free
elevate to vegetate
goodbye worry
hello happy
send a ray my way
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I cling to my coffee
wait for the sun
ego not yet in on run
clinging and waiting and coffee
are one
me being being been
keen to ken gleaning glen
If you ask me
and nobody does
this is less land of the free
than home of the fuzz
We worship empty boxes
tiny microphobes
in little bathrobes
we bow knee
and bend principle
swallow shame
wallowing in same
is that the want we want
dissent went
Hard and slow no matter go
You spose the Captain knows
his lies are leaking
Or queries why my high ramble
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I’m weary worn
but still working on the wonder
a bit here. bit yonder
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