TOO-DAMN-HIGH-AND-
EVEN-OUT-OF-HAND
There are orange leaves
outside of my window.
The farmer, a Siamese,
has left a buffalo
among the many trees
where tall grasses grow
high above the knees.
The grass is levelled-low
by the horned beast.
Good to see, and know,
life has its levellers
and we reap what we sow.
TASTING-A-MARSHMALLOW
Upon my pillow
a chocolate marshmallow.
She is soft inside.
Windows the girl's eyes.
Through them deep-skies
where no clouds glide.
Body and mind so sweet,
a French-kissing treat.
My heart's-door opens-wide.
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