Here come poems 12 and 13!

Poem # 13

Spiraling, swerving, crashing, exposing, seeing, hiding, begging, laughing, walking, stepping on

rotting branches that crack and smash into the muddy terrain until they

disappear and become part of the whole, whole, whole.

Here in this muddy terrain we are! Whole! I don’t recognize this place, your face,

 but I know what’s inside. Strange, strange, strange!

Strange how I want to begin again and eat the food that melts into me after much chewing.  

Strange how I want to walk the roads until they end. Strange how I want to sing the songs that

emerge from the street and save the people.

Strange here in this whole!

Poem # 12

I’ll be seein’ you down the road;

I promise, no kiddin’.

I’m comin’.

Don’t see no reason

standin’ in my way.

I’ll be seein you

down the road.

I don’t care if a storm comes a blowin’;

not scared if the earth cracks in two;

I’ll be seeing you, soon…

down the road.

I’ll be seein you down the road;

I promise, no kiddin’

I’m comin’.

I’ll be seein you

down the road.