Thursday

people stare but you got to just ignore it.

water dripping from the stem of this hen.
the eggs roll down the beach sand
like the men hit the golden wall. let 
only stars show you the way home and
listen to each and every stranger you meet.
someday you will see what i mean when i
tell you to love everyone. and you realize
why i always wore my hair like that.
but for now just sit legs crossed violin
on full blast. while the time goes was 
slow as Mosses and as fast as an airplane.
sometimes i can't make up my mind. but
that doesn't deter me. that doesn't
take away my power to use the flower.
and that doesn't take away my love for 
this very planet, and the human population.
accept who you are and accept that 
the world only spins left on Tuesday, and 
the clouds you see outside aren't real
anymore. 

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