somehow lost
me, swirling
stomach of you.
cedar dreams stationed
bleak, earthy ungents spread
life-moments that merge.
(for Pastor WLJ2)
man. whose sun-dried hue
uplifting bursts of feel-good
invoke laughter prayers.
the man
walking in colors
wearing summer storms.
to journey
before arriving, i lift my
life goblet-ceremony.
used our mouths
we would pastor
rippling dreams.
broken glass
reality-you've cut
your feet of optimism.
various images
becomes the coat
around bare shoulders of conscience.
my mouth
safari chant-high praise
our celebration of love.
2 MONOKU
5am caress.smirk and surprise unwarranted.
no summertime words green enough to grow me.
©2011
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