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JIMMY WARNER DESIGN,
What a Poet
quiet dreaming brings III)
Quiet dreaming finds a silver sax on
Christmas morning, a chemistry set,
A microscope and a four color pen,
To write down ideas in cryptic code,
(aside) That no one could ever read...
About a winterís child deciphering
Withered flowers, who contemplates
A palm leaf cross, and searches for a
Get-out-of-hell-free ticket to easy death,
Resulting in a resurrected bloom,
Chance connection to musical limbo.
Silent river-writing, installing seasons,
My pen tipped with dream specks in
Recordings of delta break and fume
And the roar that only poets capture,
(Aside) outboards churning the peace.
There are the fixer-upper moments
When the new screens whisper but
Never sang like the old copper ones.
Sing the sound, not the beach house,
Sing the tin resolution of heavenly
Forces that rain on a familiar roof.
Birthdays, more ashes to sprinkle,
Mix them with potting soil, plot to
Consecrate in the name of new life.
I grate on prayer and bare nerves
(Aside) Flowers need bone meal.
Resurrection comes in symbol form
Not to lessen the power of divinity,
But to tear the earth from every
Mothering creature who claims kin.
Be there God in all that I stand back,
Give room and keep on dreaming.
Valentines, glass and chinaware,
Enough to fill a mausoleum of hurt,
Tiny junk of memories others hold
Dear until you lose hold yourself,
(Aside) Landfills, underworld journey,
The new pyramids of modern man,
Itís a gas, methane and hydrogen,
Fueling bake ovens for new trinkets
To charge with sentimental grins.
What makes the world wake up?
What does it get for being good?
Morning symbols glow,
Evening symbols glimmer,
Human nature will bask in
Every earthly light until
Round it comes once more
Back from a wild night of
Invisible lines of forces
Gathering for the show,
Shivering with fresh dew,
Renewal, singiní as you go
Crowned by sunrays within.
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