#potomacreview

“Holy Socrates!

Yesterday I shook the hand

Of the SOFTESTtree 

In the universe.

“Use me as your ashtray,”

She spoke,

And away we stole, 

For a quick toke, Amat and i, 

Star-crossed lovers, from death to life.

We asked ourselves: “What’s wrong with incest?” 

The opiated masses know not what they miss,

When they turn away from such a kiss!

Gaia recites her poetry in a nonstop stream:

The wind, the rain, snow, and clouds,

Ocean, waterfalls, streams, and animals

Are trying to talk to you. Why don’t you listen? 

You’re focusing on grammar:

Incensed, the author, Jeff, continues writing,

Alone in a vacuum, apparently.

Is anyone listening? Or do you merely hear me.

When something is trying to come out to meet you,

You must be more welcoming.