(I'm)

I'm going on a trip


I'll pack everything
                            beautiful that I own.


Ignorance shall never me name.


Wicked chills of spite, begone!


Freedom is beyond.


To Buddhist hills I go,
Peacock feathers before me.


~


copyright M.E. 2012, all rights reserved

"<" Three

Not all of those are observing
Not all whom observe are discerning
As long as I consider them 'earning'
[unworthy]
My love shall remain
[unkindled]
and cold, feverish turning
a yearning for brass into gold
kisses ever favoring,
{flavoring}
Minutes of joy could be savoring
{slavering}
Never was one for the havering-
"fawning all over" the roads.
Deer lit by lights ahead
in your head
zombie-dead
ju-ju-ing fingers glaze my
cheeks with oil -I recoil.
Your love was never
my flavor
yes I did have a taste for
the passionate
waist-grabbing
scenes of a film-dream.
"someone to believe in" I
would have said it would do
These days I eschew
The idea of belief in a
power only equal-to
Me.
You'd have to be
Rose-hips
God-lips
and trapeze-flips
Wrapped up into One.
But, we were One.
One.
We were at least less than
A power greater than
Me.

copyright M.E. 2012, all rights reserved.