Poems: by mo and MO

 AGAIN AND AGAIN  (mo)

Woke up with a racing brain
Oh Lord, It's happening again
I went out to do some things
And came back again and again

I forgot my phone
Then I forgot my pack
Then I forgot another damn thing
but I've forgotten what that was

See the tape gone, know they've been here
they love to let you know their near
Don't know how and don't know when
Just know they copied keys again

Sleep awake sleep some more
Make sure to secure the doors
Too much sugar, too much stare
my brain sedated by bluish glare

Some things don't change then some things do
We no longer fear the vicious flu
No longer terrorized by things above
though there is hate, there's also love

Dropping off, throwing away
clearing the room
Lighter day by day,
freer now then yesterday

Brain freeze; awful heat,
Poetry today, like the Beats!
Breakfast pancakes light and sweet,
freakish guy named William Blake

Feeling lows, then bounce back
Then undergo another hack
Into my life it goes and goes
A drop of smiles in a desert of woes.

 

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BANYAN  (MO)

Something screamed
from the fringes of the swamp
It was Banyan,
the old merchant.

It was the hundred-legged
tree, walking again.

The cattle egret
moved out into the sunlight
like so many pieces of white ribbon.

The watersnakes slipped down the banks
like green hooks and floated away.

Banyan groaned.
A knee down in the east corner buckled

a gray shin rose and the root,
wet and hairy,
sank back in, a little closer.

Then a voice like a howling wind deep in the leaves said:
I'll tell you a story 
about a seed.

About a seed flying into a tree, and eating it
little by little.

Dog lover Mary Oliver



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