grace mariner Poems

When I am old I plan to live in a trailer full of cats.
I'll talk cat talk and walk cat walk
and dream of birds and rats.
I'll eat cat tuna and meow at the moona
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Oh dear readers.
Please accept my apologies for my crude and uncivilized tongue...
(I am allowed to use the word tongue aren't I, not quite sure) .
I care not to offend or upset the delicate balance of your universe by my expression of thought and feeling, as rudimentary or primal as they be..
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What spell could be cast to take us back in time?
Where is the genius who has conquered time travel when we need him,
or her, most?
To what deity must I pledge my service to who can bring
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Your baritone swirls through my senses.
Rich like swirls of chocolate falling from the spoon to my waiting tongue.
Visions of glittering golden whirlpools in the afternoon sun, eye candy to my ears.
Timbre, plush and warm envelops.
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Why can't I live in the moment?
I keep searching for emotion that is profound in trivialities.
I read ahead or fall behind, either way missing the meaning.
My shore lays exposed, easily ravaged by the yawning sea,
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I am a dinosaur on display,
See how ridiculous I act?
I am expressing sounds unheard in this arena.
Expectations of excellence? Wtf?
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You would never let me in.
No matter how close, you were never able to let down your defenses.
I gave all that I am.
I know it's not much but it was all I had.
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Oh but what a sight for sore eyes!
Six four, orangutan arms and gun metal eyes that narrow like a bird of prey.
I feel ' congested ' when I think of your touch.
I feel congested all of the time.
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You answered questions never asked.
How can this be?
Your eyes were blue, the color used to see dreams and futures unraveled.
Did you cast your runes to predict my thought?
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And Luna asked Sol, why do you hide me away?
Is it because I change from day to day?
I am a sliver of gold in the darkness of night,
or a pale shadowed orb lighting the lovers' path at night.
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