The Insidious

A melting night so pleasant
A smell linked to the past
A walk to supermarket
Through thick din of cicada
Caressed by gentle sneezing
Of the occasional breeze
Walk Past sick men and women
Gazing in far out ways.

Lionhearted Marvel

Born wild, made tame
Joined a disk race of lame ladies
And gentlemen.

Bought. It.

Must find the way back
Through an otherworldly art
Form without norm.

This could be the last secret
Revealed unto you.

This could be the last forest
You will walk through, merrily.

Make. It.

Make it yours and give it away.
Dance more and slump less
Sit on a stump and grunt some, Son.

The Sun as a lion now
The Moon a lioness.

The sunflower bloom proud and bold--
The exquisite fucking clouds.

Oh lionhearted marvel of the flowering plants.