he stumpled upon
the gardens sprung –
whole universes
spilling out.
He watched them grow
from his high spot
until he fell asleep.
When he awoke,
there was a dream
that he almost remembered
that seemed to say,
HE was the one
who made it all this way;
even though, he had found it
already cooking along.
Then HE
told it, this world,
have at it, you kids and
HE hid away all of the keys.
Then HE threw up some
plastic that mimicked the truth
and buried it
below the dust.
HE paid for a book
in which HE was the star,
wooed the corrupt
(taped to view later);
HE paid off the guard, and
confused nimble spirits
away.
HE got him a numbers’ guy,
taught him some Ponzi and
together they
printed some sums
on downed trees.
They took the cash down and
passed it around
for all the slippery bros.
They fingered some puppets
and boom boxed some tunes, and
Punch and Judy’ed us all in the gut.
Oh dad, you’re not my dad.
Mother ought lock
you in the closet.
We’re feeling so sad.
But cry not for long, for the secret is close –
and the tree has both riddle and salve.
We were only playing
at sleep, but we missed the alarm, and
the dream was so real, we were lost.
Life as Improv 
I hope your heart is healing whilst your head is reeling for these words are concealing. I’m here for you should you be feeling that your heart doth need healing.
Always
Benjamin
Your words, I be heeding for you are so exceedingly kind 🙂 Forever! marga
I always have you in my heart for you have a piece of me with you.
Always
Benjamin
Saclas! This poem is so f’ing brilliant it gave me goosebumps and revved up my engines. It’s go time.
Ready, set……
Will the real MT please stand up? I believe she does in her life all the time. Profound dig out and up up and away.
Power surges in the outer packaging of such malleable table manners. Passion is so beautifully there.
-x.M
The demiurge had me by the tail for a bit 🙂
Now, I cannot get the phrase, malleable table manners out of my head – those words together sum up so much of my path, ah ha and haha! Ever grateful for the gem studded hand mirror you place before my visage (said in John O’Donahue’s voice). I love you, a bushel and a peck and a hug around your neck – where ever you may be! xo! m