#flowpoetry

our souls interplanetary travellers on their multidimensional way home.

I forgot my thought, let me remark on the dot. Never telling the tale of an incredible rat tail, that found its way into my soup. The very soup of surprise! I think that was a dream...I was a carrion-ingesting creature of sorts, sordid, for sure, but on the shore, I cast my sails, fishing lines, to phish for a dollar or two. Twenty. Twenty-five! Dollars, to buy a ride on the canoe. That leads to canoodling by a gulf-side sunsets open-sky lit fire, as flames ignite, engulfing in its midst, the feeling of desire. Desirable traits, trading cards, Tarot, of all kinds. Be kind, they say, to those less fortunate than us. But be kind to all, really, that is the importance. Port. Wine. Champagne. Sunrise delights as we stay up all night. And feel for the day, its trivial pursuits. For sleep will bring an end...an end, that never wants to come...

Flowpoetry: Gary Snyder, Issue #17