Reincarnation's a really smart idea,
the act of returning in other bodies
but premature, lacking foundations
as the coming back theory's correct
molecules are recycled then reused
except what's new isn't us anymore.
Poems
I found her, she's everything and all
sexy body, personality stands so tall
Khmer girl, a sweet and innocent 44
quite kind, warm, and so much more
Very caring, sincere with every word
a compassionate, happy Asianic bird
Her name's Eng, she has 2 good sons
we play, I see the love within our fun
I'm in a poem's factory
a labor camp of rhyme,
the work feels like play
stanza sweats are mine
I've flown far now to well bottom
knee deep in grateful sentiments
I'm lapping her nice, sweet water
bathing in good sediment of love
Born in the right place at a good time,
otherwise, a bus sized dragonfly would
trap me in its strong, stocky front legs
serrate my skull with a huge mandible
use vast, hinged jaws (which can open
wide as its alien-eyed, fighter's helmet
head) to ingest me as a yummy nibble!
I'm on a poem roll
pumpernickel ryes
nutty whole wheat
seedy buttered top
fighter jets Mach 3
waggling my wings
Oh, that baby joy!
Radiating past me
like newbies shine
Swimmingly within
my pool of live dust
here at a good time
I see a full void,
in silent scream
at my breakfasts
Hands covering my eyes,
now massage a stiff neck
holding perplexed agony
Fictitiously quivering,
like the fake replicant
Absolutely shuddering,
in his cold, dark reality
Drops like a marionette with cut strings
disappearing behind a magician curtain
wafting away like a puffy poof of clouds
Life she's tickling me pink
producing every chemical
needed to make me laugh
Brain she paints town red
opens up sweet baby blue
bright smile meet hot sun
Paints to a heart's content
brushes his latest memory
portraying each arty moon
