Turn me on baby
wrap me up
in your electric
fuzz guitar solo
send the firecracker
giggle of spicy coconut
chicken to my tongue
give my body
a gazelle’s grace
as I jete
off the cliff
and then spread
my wings and land
just south of
the fragrant field
of sunshine roses.
Let the Beatles music
play
and let this guitar
be the extension
of my arms
soften this heart
to catch a glimpse
of God
in every shape and hue
and tone
and help nurse
my hopes in this borough
of disappointment and filth.
It’s an ugly world
but you always give me
x-ray specs
to penetrate
and see all those things
otherwise hidden and divine
and give me
a pencil and paper
always within reach
to prove that
it’s more than
a dream
turn me on baby
you know what I need.
gives wings...gives eyes to see...
ReplyDeleteha...and we become her junkie just a bit
come on baby, gimme another hit...
Dead easy. C'mere. ;-)
ReplyDeleteAw Mosky, sometimes I just can't help it. You're just such a nice guy.
Buddah, love you back. This humble request to tap into that extraordinary talent of yours is best in these lines:
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to catch a glimpse
of God
in every shape and hue
and tone
"Soften this heart" is not a plea some poets embrace. And yet it's in the humbling of self to God that the real JUICE flows so sweetly. Great stuff, my bruddah. Love, Ameleh
stunning little love note. I wouldn't mind a pair of those x-ray glass...and some wings.
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