Look Up Child

Feel the friendly Sky

looking back

Feel the hug

Spirit of What

At first

When the Night

She woke me up

Insomnia, the worst

And not delight

Outburst

Fuel

I guess

It isn’t gas

My engines run on

Or jet or rocket fuel

Probably not even calories

I must just run on magic

As a rule

Poetry Pharmacy

Tarot Spread

We two, we stand at the place

In the cards

Where eachother’s

Best outcome is

This Shaman dude’s at mine

I’m at weirdest his

Rabbit, you trickster!

Crow you symmetrical wiz!

My Pocket Glows Electric Blue

Got a Smile Collection coming along

I watch for them like birds

To spot then jot

Down place and time

And relevant magic words

I power this moon strung

On silver chain I bought

With nuances from wild smiles

That charge this fine blue moon I caught

A Shaman Says

Hang the moon

Hang the moon

Then grab it!

Way of the trickster

Wisdom of the rabbit

A Shaman

I admire adore and swoon before
A mind that’s placed

Perfect on the untouchable curve of now
Forever

Forever incomplete and wanting more
I’m here for

Allowing everything to unfold itself somehow