World Piece
Doctors and Ditch-Diggers,
Drivers & Teachers,
Everyone wants to write in Big Sur.
Black Politicians,
White Rodeo Clowns,
Brown-ish Botonists...
No one wants to smell like a sweaty sock.
So much of us is the same.
No matter our ways or daze or country or craze.
We love laughing. And dessert. And puppies.
(who couldn't love a puppy?)
The common wants of sweetness and security.
We all hate flat tires and hate traffic.
(who doesn't hate traffic?)
We all wished we looked better naked.
So much of us is the same.
Peace.
All of us began as universal winds kicked off,
whirlled around causing cosmic dust to clump up
and plump into a pretty little planet.
Science or Divine or bearing both in mind
that is just about how it happened.
All of everything. All of us. Peace.
Old friends, new friends, sisters & brothers, cousins,
zoo keepers, literary agents (and other animals), band members, gauchos...
Togerther... Stretching out... Let's pledge...
Don't blow me up. I won't blow you up.
Understand that we won't always understand
but it's wonderful to wonder...
We may fight & struggle & tug
but after let's always sit down on the rug
or a big comfy couch and joyfully
share our stories and wine...
Please. Peace.
Drivers & Teachers,
Everyone wants to write in Big Sur.
Black Politicians,
White Rodeo Clowns,
Brown-ish Botonists...
No one wants to smell like a sweaty sock.
So much of us is the same.
No matter our ways or daze or country or craze.
We love laughing. And dessert. And puppies.
(who couldn't love a puppy?)
The common wants of sweetness and security.
We all hate flat tires and hate traffic.
(who doesn't hate traffic?)
We all wished we looked better naked.
So much of us is the same.
Peace.
All of us began as universal winds kicked off,
whirlled around causing cosmic dust to clump up
and plump into a pretty little planet.
Science or Divine or bearing both in mind
that is just about how it happened.
All of everything. All of us. Peace.
Old friends, new friends, sisters & brothers, cousins,
zoo keepers, literary agents (and other animals), band members, gauchos...
Togerther... Stretching out... Let's pledge...
Don't blow me up. I won't blow you up.
Understand that we won't always understand
but it's wonderful to wonder...
We may fight & struggle & tug
but after let's always sit down on the rug
or a big comfy couch and joyfully
share our stories and wine...
Please. Peace.
posted by J.L. Coops | 11:27 AM
1 Comments:
my husband doesn't like puppies.
but neither does he like traffic.
so i suppose essentially you are right: so much of us is the same.
i find it interesting that you have used such a curious syntax to express that thought. very interesting indeed. i suppose a deeper analysis of it could take place, but ive neither the patience nor the talent to do so now.
tata
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