The Peanut Butter Cat

Peanut Butter Cat  2013

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Like there might be write poetry

I love you as the plant that grows
 without water or sunlight

and in the sky you hold up
you lift me up above my dark whispers
as waves gather up and curl
before crashing on the shore

 Your love fills me like the sea fills the low parts on earth
and on top of the ocean blows the endless love of your voice



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tiner tinger

Your Peaceful Voice

oceans of space to love
more porous than dreams
quietly passes over me
like dawn in waves


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who wins tonight

as shadows disappear
into the shadow residing
in the feathering edges
of reasons given in to

the wind slowly
dissolving me

I find you far off
walking
into a godless sky
and my heart quickens
with possiblity
burned into me

is this passing image here
inside the interruption

the still wanting
the simple price
of transformation

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as a tree still
I feel the birds listen
as your soul sings
in my heart
It's just a funny thing
love does
to straighten
out the universe


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not that i know anyone but

It's really hitting me lately how everyone with the same first name acts so very much the same
in so many ways so very much like one another

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the real heroine dynasty

I can't do this anymore
it's too quick mannered
when just a second used to be so long

a song for living
a pecan tree
In front of steps one two  three

I bared my mind of
pointlessly pointing
so beautiful even so
here for me





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When you were born

when you were born the souls of the planets
moons and sun
stopped and rearranged
themselves in a special pattern
that kisses your neck gently
along your collarbone
one by one



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The one second baby

behind the grey voices
behind the
pools of warm grey shadows




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Scene From Pages One

fall  whispers 
like a determined
trip or a place I can't name
born into dreams that drift
and
things I'm afraid of  
beige waves 
planted in opposite quadrants of the earth


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bird person of the cardboard house

Once I pecked out your blue eyes

Is it really us in a dream
are we ourselves
or not? 



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You are on paper
bold and known
chosen or not
in the transparency of a light fog
with white coated words



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jingle bells cheeseburger

Like a stone with its
angled proportions
included in it and solid through my being

smaller than a pin's point  Very Slightly Included the shape of how light enters and leaves on this night
and then he stopped her in her tracks lost in the truth of innocence
without fault  it's like gold she said or elsewhere she stopped 
wait for me
and in a final word
caught in her unique signature



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