Miracles are like summer rabbits

Jumping out of spring

Touching the swirling skies

I say the rain comes

Take these muddy boots

Here I stand waiting

The dealing of things

Gratitude breaking sunshine

Loaves of breads in preparation

Go then little dove one

Stars can fly past IMAGINING

Way you go

Way you go

We will have no tears now
Should the time skip

And the moon return

From the past

Brace yourself

Hell can not last

It is not acceptable

To accept any bells

That is not okay

Humans are not like that

Zombies yes

Humans no.
Missing an arm

Missing a hand

Missing a part of my heart

So surgery was performed

With a hanger

In a wine cellar

In Johannesburg

In a hut in the burbs

And it hurt

Because something's do

And the good news

Is the best is still ahead

Through new suns

History is changed

I can see you.
Was Shakespeare laughing

Still in his grave

Making dreams for those

Who have none

And standing loudly

He told insulting paradoxes

Cracking his will of jest

Till we loved eternally

In a moon lit comedy

His intentions for applause

Came suddenly

Roses rained at the parade

Till our tears were worthwhile

And then

I had to smile.
If dire consequences were sold

In creepy dime stores

Would you choose my favorite hat

And would my hat bring fame

Maybe because it rotated

Or had a mouth

Perhaps I was just rolling

Going into obsolete places

Acting like a chair was a person.

You sold my hat

I hugged you in person.
Enter was the last word I heard

It was something I was feeling

As if you could hold water

As if you could hold me

I  Sat in my study

Trying to remember

Only something funny came

As if getting pied in the face

Leaving is always like coming

You can't recall it perfectly

Those simple times

I could not evoke.
Stars are not miles apart

Ideas can happen fully

Glass breaking through the ceiling

Holding you in the palm of my hand

Photos of better days

Mold and mildew have their place

To smoke smoke out a rat

And eat empty calories

In my helium balloon running

Breaking the cello in two

Finding a mission of love

Cravings go beyond the kitchen
Call it what you like

You can say what you like

People like to a lot of things

To beat their fists

The enemy is fear itself

Breaking is like violence

Like breaking an egg

Or smashing an omelet

Love is the only great virtue

I know of

Laugh all you want

The beating heart is a wave of fire

Of love and life

I know you

Like all the others

It gets better soon

Lily in my hand for you

I can hold my breath

Dives into the depths

Like an unstoppable force

I'm on my way

Braving the beauty of change.
The sun is a keeper

Light can keep the dark out

It dives into the water

Playing light ripples delight

As if a painted Angel

Jumped from frescoes

In old cafes they can see

All the blue mascara

The necklace that chained the imagination

A building opening its doors

Dreams spreading like a virus

Lips shut mind wide open
You never know with slaves

Since they are an unknown

Slaves in other places

Cities full of slavery

Where only stars exist

Some would notice the moon cycles

With burning fingers

Holding themselves near a chain fence

They dream of a deck of cards

Playing with yarn

Shooting marbles on the rug

Lazy days doing nothing

And playing crocket

And you got to love uncle Sam
There you find me climbing vines

It is wise to climb into the trees

Finding a lost paradise

A park which would hide

To surrender every Barbie doll

To strip Ken to nothing

Is like flipping switches

In a chocolate covered room

So stands the wine bottle

Into the night

Bringing in the women

With tinker bell

Some folk can folk dance

Some are busy thinking food thoughts.

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!