BAREFOOT RAMBLES: POETRY IN THE STREETS

BAREFOOT RAMBLES: POETRY IN THE STREETS: "This is it it: free poetry from now on no more publishing houses, right? write anything, this is democracy no speaking out, just yell ..."



Fireflies jostling with the bees in this the hive of the Queen

Sozzled and asleep the butterflies have had a stomach
upset

Violet Purple Mauve Indigo look look there yonder the
Tlonian sunset

Rains, puddles a giant rainbow, candles lit and the sermon
said

The goats are in a quandary want to climb the hillock not
for grazing

The flute the clouds the spray of rain reluctant now to go
home

And the full moon the worried searching seeking them in
the luminous yellow and chrome light

Hallucinations that interpret the goat and the tether and
Hearth

The rains get stronger the animals revelling in the miracle

Desert Spray Moon Lightning Thunder Brimstone Fire

Things on the drift every thing topsy turvy come let us get
into

Scuba suits and swim under desert waterways
manouvering flotsam and algae

Hey Poetry on the Streets is going a little haywire

It was supposed to be