The propaganda of hate
Has come off the wall
And hope and simplicity
Has replaced it.
“I finally understood I can't control how my poetry is interpreted.” – Lenny
Savory thyme
Salt of the earth
Dill of deepest green
Red cayenne to burn
The good burn
Black, red and white pepper
To linger towards
The end
Yellow corn to clean
The palette …
Clear the way
For my nose
Light cool green
The smooth herb
Of Lemongrass grown
In the distant lands
Of Cambodia,
Whose earth and soil
I can taste in my mouth
The spirit of an
Exotic land.
“I just found out that people need to take drugs to see the walls and floors breathe.” – Manea after tripping the way normals do for the first time.
White doves
Red Cats
Black slacks
Ghosts all to
The texts and tomes
Of our times.