let the onslaught of blossoms
begin
booty calls in overalls
agave nectar thong
goes ba donk a donk dong
lips and hips
eyes and thighs
can you see what's on my mind?
doesn't happen all the time
but when it does
you know that it's for real
ain't no webcamiphone steal
just the blowing of the breeze
get a little walt whitman in your knees
i buried my beard under an orange tree
in ojai
in the cool of the evening
when everything is getting
kinda groovy
what's your name?
who's your daddy?
is he rich?
is he rich like me?
i've been sitting
in krishnamurti's chair
with the procreant urge of the world
you can hide beside me
maybe for awhile
and i won't tell no one
we'll be too busy dancing
too busy getting down
the perfumes of spring
olfactories sentimental
flowers of awareness
bloom the now
this present is a gift
wrapped up with a bow
and there's no place
that i'd rather be