I have this image of you with a single slim white cup
Holdin it up, ready to sup the lovingly constructed stuff of freeze-dried beans died with semi-skimmed cream of cow
Slowly stirred sugar dissolved into another dimension
Bringin to your lips with a grip that never traps but never slips, the lit cig that sits between your lips, which you so carefully constructed from this:
A plant grown from God's green earth, rolled with a rottable roach into a small cradle of paper
You're wearin one of your two identical black pairs of jeans
And that fully functional fluffy jumper that I have so frequently seen
That I know your wardrobe is so refreshingly far from obsessively large that it's blessin the hearts of the less-into-arts and more-into-farts
Humblin the stumblin, grumblin, forever fumblin, fumin humans who hunt on presumin that the worthless doomin shroud of proud attire will lift them higher
Oh you of simple desires
I never tire from admirin the lack of liar that this black attire portrays
For you will speak the truth for days
And then after preachin reach for truthful ways
Yet you judge not the stupid haze into which Cupid will cause groups to stoop for days
You merely observe
And dearest, what words of shocked blurb on the absurd herd of lost sheep that you seek to shake from their sleep do seep from your mouth as you speak
And what mannerisms of peaceful manners given to you by Jesus and Gandhi and other true believers of un-mandatory yet splendorous truth
Do open your arms and poignant palms as if to pass proof
That your words would not be let loose under the roof of a house of God
Yet so modestly nod to an un-protestant god that you could not possibly fob off or rob another Tom, Joe or Bob
With an inky log of logical, lingerin linguistic codswallop
Not a whoppin wallop
Just a gentle prod
When I am too mouthy and defend my views too loudly
I am reminded of your un-cloudily, un-proudly resoundin expressive sounds
How you would not aggressively round on a disagreein human bein or progressively put them down
Never would such a frown spread down beneath your thorny crown
Always do you smile and sprinkle your simple love upon your brothers
As your eyes do twinkle, blue
In the clear daylight on the ocean of you
So beautiful are you, and so platonic is my love
I bid you spread your wings as the whitest dove does hover above the night like the brightest diamond in the rough
Sayin, "trust. I will never bluff."
And as if that wasn't enough
You now bring forth from the lint and fluff of nothing
Spluttering and coughing
A collaborative creation so heartstoppin,
Shockingly droppin from the nurturin womb of your beautiful companion
That summer shoot of dandelion who randomly designs regime-defyin images so brimmin with the limitless decisionless scribblin of precision which render the imprisoned no longer visionless
Her wisdom sits upon my shoulders
Massagin knots and folds that smolder as I tightly hold a tension there
Now your attention stares upon this rare flesh of a new citizen of nowhere
As it grows hair and grows aware, with no cares for ghostly affairs
Mostly it dares to go where...no MAN has ever gone before
And how you'll cherish and adore this breach of the first law of thermodynamics
As you show it the world, the planet
And can it be that when it breathes and grows to be the purely free person to see the world that we are cursed to see
That it will be, perhaps at 63
Perhaps after the last sights you see
Living in the world that you foresee.