Welcome to book number 2,
Post "Poetry Beyond",
The midnight river deepens,
And you might just need a wand,
For depths beyond the depths of life,
Are mysteries within,
Relinquish now the thinking mind,
And surely we begin,
Remember now the diamond,
And the fractal wording still,
It doesn't matter time or place,
Make of it what you will,
For even I don't understand,
A fraction that I write,
Just ponder it in stillness,
Let the dreams explain at night,
From phoenixes and sunsets,
To the rivers, boats and streams,
From pond moss, swamps and cobblestone,
You'll see the dream of dreams,
And "Airport on an Island",
Makes its infamous debut,
And desk chairs reeking of rear end,
Were certainly P.U.,
(See "Ode to the Desk Chairs that Smell Like Rear End")
"If Santa was a Narcissist",
Arrives for X-Mas cheer,
He blames you for ignoring him,
11 months a year,
And yes, there's laughter in the air,
And B.O. poems galore,
So please enjoy book number 2,
Quoth seagulls nevermore.
-Pamela Storch
