When You Stare into the Sun too Long, Visions become Distortions

Under songs
and magic, sleepy
laurel sinks the sun
beneath berries, alligators
shimmer

sunken songs
the red sun opens
floorboard magic curtains
sleepy cotton

floorboard alligators
sunken bunny
magic opens dust.

I pluck the memories
and pack them
on a paper boat

heading to Mars,
Pennsylvania

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Hey all here is poem 9. I know this is a bit more a bizarre then what I have been writing these several days. I took three different haiku and ran through the Dada tool. Then I wrote down the phrases I liked, I saw an interesting pattern so I went with it.

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