Some poems.
The White Banana
With the Windows
And Wings
Moves into the Terminal
How it fits and Lives
Nobody Knows
It MUST be some kind
Of Magic
That Let's it in
The Terminal
But it isn't Terminal
It Lives and Flows
And Flies through the AIR
When Not at home
Which is Terminal
But NOT Dead.
Let your light so shine before men that they may be disoriented long enough for you to make your escape.
Don't caste your pearls before swine,
Instead you can ship your pearls to me.
Now I lay me down to sleep
Hoping that I will not weep
Dreams and Visions can be Yours
Just don't let me hear you snore.
For if you wake me from my slumber.
To your Head, I'll swing some lumber.
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