Taken


soul got out of the box

again, my friends, when 

i broke your brains

in claiming my name’s

The Lovechild of 

do re me & fa so la and ti do too.

what’s happening, captain, oh my, 

body’s tied high

to a red balloon 

in the wild

let me free; set me back; to where

the grass is my kind of green.


checkpoint / halfway house

do you

actually mean everything you seem… 

is the rarity we see

just a split dream… 

holy mole

you better believe these

barefeet scream

across every damn scene

thanks for the memories

but what 

i’m jaded from is for

running towards

our spirits sworn

real deal. 


would the cold

in your turkey

turn those feet

another way… 

could the chicken

she wears as a hat

at the farmers market

mean you need

anything there

but blue & yellow air

between her ears

keeping her smile

alive, grateful for the 

love i know today…

listen, guys,

you can take the night out of the girl

to fairly let them experience a world

but nothing can take the woman from

an experience which kept her standing and

marching all along to one beat;

the melodic core 

these feet stay 

warm in.


warning: 9 lives gone & a triple heartsong;

can’t catch me wrong

because they’re there still too. 


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