We are all in water
But we don’t know it
Or maybe we are scared
To lay back and fall for leagues
Blowing out soft bubbles
To mingle in the arms of anemones
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The Eskimo in my mind sits by a river
With a Trident in hand
The river is teeming with polar bears and grizzlies
A salmon as wide as the river opens his mouth and fills his belly with bears
As he opens his mouth a fish head shadow engulfs the Eskimo
When he closes his mouth the sun streaks through the open places in the trident
And around those little spiked up places in the hood of his parka
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A lady called me at the end of Christmas
To wish me a Happy New Year
She asked me
“What is happy? “
I said what so she could tell me
“A dog eating ice cream
that’s what happy is”
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When I am a gorilla
Shake me from the trees
Comb my hair with mother of Pearl
While I lie there
unconscious
In the deepest jungle
With little beads of soft rain
Poised upon my silver back
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The lock is full of tumblers
With jingly jangly bells
Doing cartwheels all the day
In bright yellow shirts and pants
That fit Too tight
But then the dial is turned
And they melt into the fetal position
Falling into all of their appointed places
As certain as Braille
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the time of bliss
is not in a table
or fixed in the rotation of planets
and the position of stars
it falls from the heavens flung out of some alien’s doom
into the life of
a man
a woman
a dog
the dirt
the ocean
it finds its own time
to die
