dropping by to say hi
except not such a b&w reality
then again all the universe
runs on the scent of desire
that beckons from what hides in coves
down the centuries and global,
and these natural leanings get
quite the juicy boost when eyes hint
of access to the forbidden,
which once seen refuses to be
forgotten, so might as well chill
and let the garden consume you.
local scenic treats from a couple days ago
Feels like the inner amusement park
(including the fireworks outfit)
slipped into a coma so I went
and opened up an adult bookstore.
True the beginnings were most thrilling
but they sought to be the only rides.
Suddenly yesterday a chuckle
was heard from the amusement park’s heart
like it just needed a rest, thank you,
now someone bring fresh sipping fuel
while night’s bright lights begin to twinkle
like a mirror for a sky in bloom.
the goal is to catapult
away from reality
though Realism does offer
a juicier feeling feel,
while purring in this other hand
is a realistic image
that had to come from beyond
roads and homes of brick and concrete.
But we have to start somewhere
like a pad from which to launch
assuming enough dough will
be ever amassed for engines.
maybe a real poet parks a bottom
by a random sagebrush; bringing a lunch
is permissible; thermos with coffee.
Who knows by dusk a name could come to mind
and thanks to the fragrance brushed to the skin
this name would most likely be feminine
whose lingering sweetness channels focus
into a few dedication pieces
which in turn lead to bedding beneath her.