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 Apr 2016 Joe Cottonwood
QIsis
Remember remember
the beginning of the summer?
When no worries spread across our laughters
The summer daze
that's on non stop replay
Was one of the best time of my olden dayz:

We toured to the north, south, east and west
We sold some mushroom tea,
We sold some ecstasy,
We sold nitrus, *****, acid, ****** and ***
Now I hear the police coming after me
Yes, now I hear the police coming after me
The one scarlet with the flowers in her hair,
She's got the police coming after me


Summer of Love... 1969
was definitely once upon a dream
Runners at bay
In the California dreamin haze
Swisher sweet was the name
Sipping on some coronas
as we watched the tangerine sky
disappear into the midst
I can do this with you forever...


**~ Scarlet Begonias
 Apr 2016 Joe Cottonwood
NiTSUDD
Funny how we fear to try things new.
When once upon a time, that was all we knew.
i studied your body like i would the sky,
tracing constellations into your skin as you hummed
what sounded like the clouds would when they move.

andromeda on your throat, aquarius along your collarbones,
canis major covered your chest, gemini on your right shoulder.
i didn't want to leave when you told me that you loved me.

leo graced your left shoulder, just slightly down your back,
your stomach wore lyra, lopsided, like your smile.
sometimes i couldn't breathe at the thought of losing you.

orion on one hip, pisces on the other, my lips on both,
scorpius, dangerous, starting on your inner thigh.
but it was that loving you that scared me more than losing you.

taurus, ursa major, both on your calves,
body trembling as i traced virgo onto your ankles.
i couldn't hold on, i couldn't breathe, i couldn't understand.

i always saved libra for last, a balance scale,
over the entirety of your back, my safe haven.
breaking the scale when i leaned over, lips against your ear,
*we can't exist together.
from my self published book 'beneath the vacancy' // lulu, amazon, barnes & noble
 Apr 2016 Joe Cottonwood
martin
There was not much to do down at the zoo
They were all getting bored, wouldn't you?
The keeper was called, we're out of our minds
Help us out, if you'd be so kind

The keeper said, so what can I do?
I'd like to help but give me a clue

Well, said the giraffe it may sound daft
But I've always wanted to play the harp
You know what,  said the baboon
I would like a big bassoon
The emu said, I really do feel
A hankering after a glockenspiel
The lemur requested a violin
Certain he'd coax a tune from the thing
The elephants stood all in line
Already they could trumpet in time
The gorilla said he could use his thumb
To bang away on a big bass drum

They all got their wish, it was quite a scene
And proudly they played God Save the Queen
Happy 90th birthday to our lovely Queen
In the twilight hour
We reached the watch tower

The swinging trunks had got our smell
And one could tell
They weren't pleased

We had just intruded into their dust bath
Post the shower at the pool
Between us the distance
Was one of studied silence
Till one's trumpet froze me to the ground

From among the trees
Big little mud hills surrounded the space

Our clicking lens
Wore out their patience
And we were just nuts
Before that large herd

Some more were coming up the river
We heard someone whisper
And I thought of rebellious elephants
Fighting for territory once their own
Against an invader that spares none

What if this dwindling day hour
They crush the watch tower!
I sang a song to a bird
With the wind I had a flirt
I took a ride on a cloud
Told a story out loud
I danced together with the leaves
Bowed my head to the trees
I took a picture with an ant
Made a silly face with a friend
I sealed my mouth with a glue
Saw a picture of a kangoroo
I saw the moons in the sky
Let my eyes tell a lie
I met an apple with a heart
And all of this wasn't hard
As I don't have any guard
I let my soul have fun today
Oh, what a feeling what a day
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
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