thisis how ithink

once inside this box
i’m free to move around
i know just how far to reach
i can feel it
with my finger tips
seventy five plus two
i don’t hav to feel it
seventy five
plus
two
seventyfive plustwo
i don’t have to solv
itseventy
i can feel it
once inside
my box
seventy five plus
with my finger tips
this boxi can feel it

i don’t have to solve it

thisis how ithink

derek

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quiet lightning

quiet lightning
a distant storm
the city noise drowns out
what thunder there is
all i hear is the train
yards away
thundering by
and flashes so bright
even the city lights
can’t blind them out
this street reminds me of Philly
he said
red bricks
weeds
and a cheesy mural
painted on the big garage door
of the piano warehouse
where we rehearse
his one man show
captivating and inspired
but out the window
and the corner of my eye
quite lightning
the rumble of the city
a storm passes by

magic fills my air

my body is tired
worn out from pushing
my boat was cast too far inland
and dragging was out of the question

i rode a wave
ten thousand feet tall
no match for the mountain
whose pink walls rise from my imagined eyes

my time at sea is over
i return to my journey inside human kindness
a flood of people into my world
i snap and sketch
and pinch myself
can this be real
only dreams a moment ago

magic fills my air

derek

recycles

on waves of dreams
and ocean streams
on beams of light
and effortless flight
my soul does journey
from this fleshy home
to worlds of realities
just pick one
in between these solid places
when leaping in and out of spaces
the weightlessness and friendly faces
the end of all those silly races
but then i find myself again
leaping back and jumping in
forgetting everything that has been
to learn it all again…….again

derek