poem for January 4 the lemniscate
1, 2, 3, 4, 5............Pn I met a mountain lion
at the gateway to the west where a third of infinity
twisted along a casino river We didn't talk
we couldn't be quiet He smoked a cigarette
gave me guru answers a sized and sanctioned
escape route I didn't know
it ventilated in a fire-wind path
where cats could wander make a crumb-filled den
talk rescue policies Beware the spiritual
I traced in his fur beware the ordinary
We left an offering of irrational numbers
hand-lettered plans cashews and apricots
messages arched and silver
I measured at the gateway to the west a lion the casino riverside has been distorted, unlimited I have no security, we have to talk about I've smoked tobacco experts Size and licenses means of escape The ventilation did not know I was A cat wandering fire - the way of the wind, Bread crumbs filled den torque structural policies I warned the track on his coat We sacrifice the left, generally careful instant case, a preposterous plan
The cashew and apricot, a message vaulted silver
end of day, slung two too many lattes and I want something stronger, more bitter, the color of memory
I'd buy a print/poster of this. Partially because it's my birthday poem, mainly because it's beautiful.
Okay, I've started the poster. Making it with a jazz theme for you! Ha ha.
Awwww, I will make you a cool poster, Blob! Stay tuned...
The poster fits nicely within my reading nook.
Wow, this is incredible. I'm going to take this to get printed as soon as possible.