Wonder my heart keeps pumping my feet around

so go to anywheres else belonging

anyone else what's more here

what's to the next level am I more or less

and yet I wait it's been lovely dark still it be I'm having

living,  loving,  longing, craving

feels, felt therefore thoughtful

liberty,  poetry,  I needed it but not now maybe later

O we quick & slow of it surviving well

Leaving the vanishing worlds kept

in whole reflects in my maze in those hazy places

those hazy places of memories

into the internet lifenet that wept in vases 

my ways seen after all revolves

rotates with or without

so foretelling,  so wide a range of bells

infinite loops on words of raindrops clear could stop

I needs it but not now later

through combining & divining sticks

this & that from this and that

all over the maps scatters changes me

throughout my daydreaming,  O will anything go walks it off

the remaining within the bow and the brook

swells with myself retaining my marbles lost

must last & first look in four minuets

believing I saw all about it my being

I don't know where it's gonna go

so I begins to crys aloud

at anything up high above

on this loose leaf,  on this shallow cloud

I wrote it all wrong outta the wind lost it

what's your choice for

with ice to showcase

to embrace more or less

a-glass a-shadow

O so we may your own disfunctional short shelves on

heavy Spring downpours

my preferred noises,  the verses shows spoke

real visions

doing a dance in your mind

it's a mouse flying away on a page gone

calls out first and last its freedom

for your plane ticket to go find it

my flight, my fancy awaits inside or outside

or inside all an open empty nutshells falls

raised to shadows behind and did we land nicely everything 

no-wheres else, no views

no places

so goes to anywheres else belonging

can you helps us with that pressing on tops off

in which was;  how many,  how many hats knew it on & on

I'm letting it flip backwards over me

and it cannot but be seen some

on this loose leaf,  on this shallow cloud moon

doing a dance inside my mind

I wrote it all wrong outta the wind lost

what's your choice for

with ice

to embrace more or less

O so we may your own dysfunctional short shelves on

my preferred noises,  the verses shows

real visions follows without

rises it's a mouse maybe but not that a-ghost perhaps that's jovial may see

what's steps beyond thereof on each brown leaf

inside or outside oneach brown leaf will crumble restarts humble

prevails reads mumbles

flat after the past is folded Spring's up through bags & bags 

falls,  holds, throughout in thee garden burnt

like bread crumbs to the lampposts

now down deep weeps

as if such lonely eyes sunset glows

it's a mouse flying away on a page gone

turns it on a button therein comes

midair to try on a blanket threadbare

cold wind blows thru

as if in such cases was it likewise, I can kick abouts downtown

and pick up on my feet throughout it all or against

and digs and digs against

for a great day on my touchpad as well will see

and the sun is gonna shine

rises surely like nothing happened really

I don't mustn't tear up at these inner walls

wasn't my inmost walks of mine

helps mend

to the very end,  the last little lines

before finding it alongside you fast asleep

calls out at last and first it's by a-free breeze

that blows

for your plane ticket to go find it

raised to shadows behind and did we land nicely everything

no-wheres else,  no views on

no places

so go to anywheres else belonging

to, nobody

as you can helps us with that pressing on

forwards flung

from time to time again bringing on the ringing on

the considerations are for your ways

together faster a bright vortex spinning

seeing optical illusions,  in more happy landings

delusions bursting out from clouds what I looked at

something longing

to thy foggy hat on the wet, wet water

beyond the waves rolls on at the bright waterfront, wild one

yell hurrah,  say hooray, Your two ends is nearer

so far, so good

Infinite loops on words of raindrops clear could stop

you included me in sunbeams suggesting there

by far, so what?

it's the test of willows still

come dawnings done best on and on again I will be

clinging to a wet, wet windowsill

in my honest soul trust softly sinking in the sands & candid of all

in a moment gone I'm fine yeah, man so fine

I'm okay,  not yet been dead tho'  I could handle candlestick

at peace sat

rowing,  rowing,  rowing so long

rising, rising, rising upon flowing waves

it went along like a song always creative imaginative

uncommonly found'd

I'm open for glory days unscathed

by the ways

it's been found great and grand and who said what said in all

sands so pure then walk'd onto floors of poetry stood for this time is clear

at last and first journey is there-in falls,  holds

throughout like bread crumbs to the lampposts

now down deep weeps long

walking almanac's topics sad in poems of birds gone

the words go on

the papers fold up

in these devices opens all the ways creative imaginative

uncommonly so

and who says there's only one way to know

or go back again

so wide a range of bells

finds beyond as individuals to thyself be truest names first & last & trying between slow

to get back home,  in whole reflects in ye corn maze

of green patches

those hazy places of memories from the dark forest

fast of scenes

with the bow & the brook

swells with myself retaining

so far what?

my marbles lost must last and first looks in four minuets

and yet I awaits it's been lovely so still it be I'm having

living,  loving,  longing, craving

feels alike together

liberty,  poetry,  I needed it but not now later

all by myself the sky abounds

O we found grounds beneath me your warmest wonderful joy felt spirit

that the beautiful dirt road brings up

leads up to other parts

in it so serenely thinks so much of

so pleasant enough

shall you ever,  ever see

once in wishes the new forms can be

made you then so fair and true there

my heart keeps pumping my feet around

although why everso the inner feelings know

I've been better by then

clearing out,  cleaning out again

escaping out,  out standing in the rain

pouring out

blurring out myself

I can see it,  it might be,  O we if it be just us

now down deep weeps 

the one aside

by much by my senses expresses five fingertips on keys that brung

and I thought by thought upon

the web

my life's becomes pieces some places

another strange change

caught up

another strange dream

into upwards movements that are

unscarred by the light of a-little fire

to warm my feet

my heart keeps pumping my feet around

in these hands will hold and hold on

uncovered in the morning to the dusk

whirling, whirling mist gathers

come dawning,  yearning so broken

was fast thinking of curtains

soon closing that might motion me

closer and this notion it was

so up high and lit up like apples bright

I got your note and letter stranger yet

stranded so long in the silvery moonlight

grows, floating on the shiny river 

on the flowing waves 

aslike it been so still yet I'm alive

just doesn't cease from explaining these

and how you been,  enjoying by having

living,  loving,  longing, craving

feels

on this loose leaf, on this shallow cloud

doing a dance in my mind

I wrote it all wrong outta the wind

it's a mouse flying away

on a page gone

calls out first and last for me

a plane ticket to go find it

my flights,  my fancy inside or outside interviews

all's an open empty nutshell

falls

to shadows behind,  no-wheres else

no views on,  so goes anywhere else

can you help us with that pressing onto

in which was, how many,  how many hats knew

I'm letting it flip backwardly over me

as I can pick 'em up 'whiles

whicheverso turns it on

a button therein up

midair to try on a blanket threadbare

in little flames to see

the starlight is delightful

O we ground underneath me your warm wonders

that the beautiful dirt brings up

blooms of other parts

in it serenely thinks so much is put

so pleasant enough

made you then so fair and true

O we hello, you can go throw back 

today, tonight, tomorrows bring

suggesting here

it's the test of willows swayed

comes dawnings done best on and on again I will be up

clinging to a wet, wet windowsill

my heart keeps pumping my feet around

  

Reviews

[ROXANE DORSEY]

i enjoyed reading your poem thanks