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Adventure by Ollie

A Search for Purpose in a Random World

Month

March 2018

eight, nine, ten…

To have that ten back,

seconds tick away and the moment is passed

the present was right here in front of me:

blue eyes, round lips, arms like oh my god –

can I lick them? bite them? taste them? salt.

the gathering of words and stumbling

Why can’t my mouth say what my heart wants?

“I love you.”

Say it.

Three words, ten seconds…

The whistle blows,

final boarding.

I’ll write.

Me too.

eight, nine are leaving

ten turned to wave

all the world is a train is an airport

is the car driving away

is the melting horizon in sunset

and I can’t find my keys.

Driftwood

Driftwood

Where come did you go

And mango the flowering trellis

Like me

Small hands a bit clumbsying the way

Pastel chalk doth do

As the sea makes it’s market in the sand

Then recinds.

Can we lemonade the day

Salty sweet

Or will it drift away

Beneath of feet?

The Prince and the Princess

princess thought

frog he was not

handsome princely

said many

need never for

money to wed

beautiful and wealthy

not greedy

heart decided

it had found love

 

love found

had it

decided heart

greedy

not beautiful and wealthy

wed to money for never need

many said

princely handsome

not he

was frog

thought prince

Sun Rising

Sun, the rising of

East, welcoming

birdsong chorus-ers

flowering, skies blue

beckoning me unto

but feel it I do not

can’t see top to bottom

and

bottom to top.

See? Can not.

Do I it feel,

but unto me, beckoning:

chorus-ers, birdsong,

blue skies, flowering?

Welcoming,

east of rising,

the Sun.

It Happened So

It happened so quickly

the hand could not

reverse itself.

All I remember through breezes

heavy kissing the blue dress:

wind moving trees,

birds winging, singing bright,

yellow sun.

And now?

Sun yellow, bright,

singing, winging birds,

trees moving wind,

dress- blue.

The kissing heavy, breezes through.

Remember I all.

Itself, reverse not.

Could hand the quickly?

So happened it.

Top Step Hat Dance

walk crazy,

this way and that

step likely

to be in top hat

or to be in humble rags

as though the world were not

a place where such things happened

as to say to one come here,

and to the other – go now.

Do not be fooled, friend –

‘what I do to another, I have done unto myself’.

So, sandal the feet.

Crazy walk, this way,

and that step likely humble –

as though the world were not.

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