I want to pull the top of my hair up
like a carrot out of the ground!
to detach my head,
from the weight of the world
below, rooted, in dirt
where worms aspire after a fresh rain.
My orange rocket ship
shoots for the garden galaxy
above, where all vegetables are in orbit
one infinite space of tossed salad
shooting carrot, that’s Me!
Determined to flee my captive terra
not wanting to plant roots anywhere
No Earth or other solar system but
One with space vegetables!
space ponging, vegging out
To squash my appeal for raw truth,
naked as a vegetable, I seek to
shrivel in the sun’s shining temperament
and wash away the filth of my earthy inheritance,
dusted, reaped, sowed, consumed
Oh, my space head!!
and free cucumbers
Don’t weed through me
like a library of fruit!
I am free falling
Free Free Free, Free without purchase
Come, join this Garden of Eden
and take a nice Big Chomp
out of my backside into
instant collective consciousness
Don’t you carrot all? about
free peelin’ through space?
1/2 a heart
4 flutters of my lashes
three pints of blood, his
one middle phalange
one stick of fabulous lip gloss
5 scratches from fingernails
2 cups of wine
one tablespoon of my sweat
one hard cock, not his
has spent much of her life discovering pearls to add to the collection around
her neck. poetry is about ripping off that strand of gems and chasing each
one as they gleefully bounce across the floor! she enjoys the vastness of the
ocean and the wind in her hair living by the sea.