Did you ever watch a cicada
fly to a destination?
Erratic melody
to a vine dusted, glen'd tree
My brain is buzzing
and a blaze of electrical spinal fuzziness
effects my being
There's a song here
There's a song in everything
My song is funky, freaky with continual changes
I need to relax it into a
never-ending, well thought out, jam session
I look at wet grass that changes the color of my eye
Chameleon eyes bring a trippiness to my thinking
I turn to a drippy stone
I don't know why this isn't a poem
or why it is
I saw a hummingbird shit over by the lilac
These things interest me.
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