deeper

sit among esteemed friends of noble repute
in public places in white clothes
under hot tents
listening to a train of clowns that go before a few occasional geniuses.

open mic has more interest than the best
they brought down from mars to entertain
treasure beach was locked away
to many whose entire body did not appreciate the festival...

later than midnight
seas wash naked skin

stars blanket sleep

in the deep
hanging over primordial water
slumped in the crook of the tree of life...

poems dont come from wind.

but from within.