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::: My World :::

Bee’s mouth a crack in the earth, opened,
tonguing a red and blue pill both,
he shrank and grew.
A mysterious cloud housing tears cried.
Loving Mother sang a few hymns praising
a falling star, the morning star.
A goat chewed a leather strip of grass,
green leather like his shoes,
but they weren’t his own.
A pig molested a flag’s bright colors,
red and orange,
and blue,
and red,
and white and blue;
a fire.
All the animals wore chains,
except pigs,
they were free,
free from the earth and
they could fly.
Magnificent Sky kissed the pigs large bellies.
Moon’s friend sank,
his sadness was too big and red like the fire.
Moon’s appearance was briefer than usual,
she was chasing her companion.
Fear hid from his father.
His father was angry and
dragging his ball and chain.
He was big because
he drank from the butter fountain.
Flowers died, then
raised themselves to a bloom,
then a bud, then a stem
and vanished.
Life’s middle name was Easy,
but we called him Hard.
Clearly,
he was soft,
a fluffy marshmallow.
A clam spit a black pearl onto the shore and
it sunk.
Box caught the pearl and named it Majestic,
she was pretty,
but the mirror shattered when she looked at him
and he laughed,
because he was himself now.
His face wasn’t anyone else’s,
he wasn’t a reflection.
He was a beautiful mosaic,
so I laughed with him.
I envy him.
Seagull forgot his name, so he
picked a new one from his garden.
He gave me a book that grew there too,
it talked of mathematics, order.
I couldn’t understand, so I ate it.
Chicken taste the same,
that silly goose.
Time rewound when someone pushed the remote.
I think it was Play,
he is a naughty boy.
He needs a kiss,
one made of mud,
but he won’t be fooled,
he likes mud too.
He makes pies when it rains.
I love him.

Written by: ~ Jeremiah D. Reeves