Sam Kendall
The Floating Iris
She's like an accordion
Frightened smile Broken eyes In need of laughter She gambols in the falling leaves As they silently brush their way through her soft hair Twirling around in her patterned sweater Feeling the wind through her finger tips Tasting the everlasting beauty of the brisk air. Then, as we sing in the garden Gazing at the twilight Teeth filled with everything but sorrow We shout out our fears As we cavort and frolic through our lives Through the falling trees And through the broken and withered leaves We step
Spinning the Whales
Keep all these crows away
As we waltz To another day of beauty And serenity Good Morning and we say hello And we waltz Keeping all the crows at bay You are my blue bird Quiet and sweet The sun sets in your eyes Only for you |
Pillow of Shoes
Accepting consciousness in a gasoline whale
Carelessly sliding in a hospital mirror Reflecting silky moths sailing through space In juxtaposition with a pillow of shoes Ethereally sinking in the electric chairs In a room full of mellow eyes Surrounded by a calm sea A floating Iris in the sunshine Dancing in the wind Through the grassy hills Melting the toxic barricades Wandering innocence with mischievous desires Of corrupt ideas pillaging her mind with bombardments of soft pianos Gently gliding down into her subconscious The foggy hills in the dull blue rain Slowly dripping down from the smoky clouds which wind over-head Docile dreams dip sequentially throughout the atmosphere Freedom approaches Escaping Though The Eyes
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