"And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again."
— E. E. Cummings

More Poems of Current Time

Kaleidoscope to Knot

Can the goat smile

when it grows upward and orange

when the ink falls from the ocean swimming into rocks

and squeezes carrots into juice boxes

for the shaved water balloons?

Virgin Peacock

The bush slime of hairs across that gentle skin of yours,

It is beginning to hiss all over my tight brain

The cells are bursting into magic colors

The aura of my jumping nerves

Smile like the homeless man who gets a couple of dollars on the side of the street

And

That sweet little laugh now travels through my veins,

And

I have become immune to your tenderness

Future Fig Tree

Peaches from the south

Like toasted honey almonds

Nest within me into higher and sacred thoughts

Like dreams splitting into reality

And as the light continues to fall into the mist of all the outer feelings..

I remember the red blood dripping from our mouths

like dogs with rabies pissing from their mouths

Inside my Journal

Las Mujeres

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