drew a poem

and I drew

a poem,

its arms extended

like a child

sees a gull

and wants to fly

who says he does not

fly?

his little imagination

as big as the ocean

of space and the stars

that drown in it

 

Go Juice

Love anger passion abandon

Go juice for poets

Vindictiveness? Never seem to need it

Jealousy? No one wants to read it

But, despair? Even the immovable Buddha statues

Perk their ears