lovely-fresh Spinach Pie ancient bravery recipe I wrote this afternoon
Bray: olé! barely a bear
more of a large dog or small cat
a stick for the challenge!
a wig for the paper
then stir in some pockets, pretzels, talent.
sing-smile, in Calfarizexico
we can hardly keep time straight
as a (momentous) momentum moment.
beating drums to piping pans
(knees up to your neck in sand)
gritty lies & truths lie
in lye soap, lydee dee.
squared! the dancing,
perhaps the knitting-ish (here
I don’t know what I’m talking about).
But please don’t ever go away
to San Diego, Santa Fe,
or any other sunny place
where everyone says their supper-grace
in between the floors and
ceiling, generally.
I’d even like to go with you.
What makes anyone afraid of forward?
Bills? Loneliness? Time?
Awkward Reality?
Evermore! Unnecessarily.
if your guitar is not too hairy,
straighten the tag, zip pleats,
tuck in the fly, you’re off!
and never look back to dreaming
sky of the forever was.
however life, its internal ember
soontimes whispers… “we remember”