Wam Banked   C



Two beers and herbs
potatoe chips inbetween
can't be who you seem
can only be me

traveler's moon
pounding the vibes
tlepathic signals
keep you alive
but half baked,
as the saying goes
I got some poesy
to turn into prose
and anything goes
with insomnia prose

the moon like 
a pumpkin and
me on the run
we are leaving tomorrow
and hope its fun.
All that awaits us--?
and there are some who care
I will be missing
because they are dear

I cherish my woodlands
but not the beasties there
Wambanked
in the  outcome-
can't go anywhere-
can't go on illusion 
even tho I care
am pissed for all missed
and for what I  hold dear-
and when I return
I hope to learn
my heart and my house
are one and the same-
Me by myself
a wondering syllable
the house and the woods
are one indivisible....

Phoebe


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