Another Poem: Poor Beautiful Delicious

Poor Beautiful Delicious

She sat under the

sea-swept stars she

found great big amazing

and underneath the apple tree

we found her there

and held her hand

and stroked her hair

no children

no children,

there for me

no children dance ‘neath my Christmas tree

and when we left

we found

she wishes-- the magic did not have to end.

She wishes her children would love her.

She dips into the cesspool of humanity

and finds a gem

and another

it is a gem-field

but again

she sleeps

.

Waters ripple and flow

all good things end

eventually

unless a corn of wheat fall to the ground

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she is launched

and she was never mine to start with

no one is

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how I wish

a part of me wishes

though I know it is evil

because it is not right

I did not have to make friends with them.

I have to figure them out.

I want not to.

I am tired.

But it is evil.

So I must.

We must make ourselves different,

And we find ourselves different.

Will I be acceptable now?

Or will I still know myself again?

How I wish

to lie under the starry skies

to see them all

to observe

quiet

alone

to commune with that which

comes out

only under the stars

when one is alone

But it was not made for us to be alone

not permanent.