Poem: Play House




a poem i just wrote, have a looksee:

the heart,
waterfalls in our blue lagoon
really hitting a stride –
i love you to the moon

& back

i’m ecstatic that
you love me
too

makes me think back,

to how in my slush puppy days
deadly hot girls asked for an orgy with me,
& when i was of age, it was the season opener of jailbait,
we smoked opium & cannabis, in the back of our hippie buses, too

wearing fake vampire fangs
girlfriends with cartoony imaginations
fooling around all day & all night in her room

playing just to play

might as well’ve had bunnyrabbit ears,
& a little puffy cottontail — oo

then in the days i laughed at businessmen,
it was flip flops,
across the u.s. southwest
Greyhounds,
& soundtracks,
holing up in
rabbitholes

yeah #philosophy was a stronghold
for the too cool for school

then subplots branched,
& bled, & hatched
the stork of Life
delivered me the romance,
that i
always dreamed of

yes as i’m riding a street cruiser
into my middle life

i’m happy to say i got my dream wife

some may think otherwise
but i know it’s all about happily marrying
the same person
living in a always honeymoon

blue lagoon waterfalls, are all i want to see now
i love you to the moon & back,
i captured my queen

& the lovebirds sing:

we live
in permanent
ecstasy
{backup singers: tell the truth! me: i do!}

we write
letters,
like teenage girls
write in their diary

– there’s the american
flag,
& a cross hanging in her cleavage . . . . .

talking sticks,
& presses of blueprints
strategy board soapboxing

& the quick & the dead –
crying from happiness
life’s easter eggs
& another umpteen zillion,
sublime groves,
& primes to rock & roll,
i got your message,
i’d die to play house with you

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