Swinging Legs

Swinging Legs
4.19.2011

they’re calling you
on the broadcast,
the broad waves last
echo the verse
ride a universe

[BREAK]

a little bit
of
the earth spirit
entered me

I went with it
up into thine tree
rolling (and)
rolling, awee!

you were there
swinging legs
you laughed at high
swinging legs

if only you could climb
but for standing knives
knaves waiting to rave(l)
basta! and all are grave(d)
but for the peoples (fifty)

i’ve no object for focus
my swinging blur is allure
if only twer’ target over there
i’d have a piecemeal lunch, aware
must lose ego, accost!

we are on a planet
(one of eight other planets)
revolving around a star
a man is born, the universe hears?
perhaps revolving energy here hears?

“Yarr!” We’re not empty, or were we (ninety %)
Filled with empty matter
And she cried, empty matter
But were I less frill empty matter

A brave man spoke
(Big paw, small brain)
Rolling on spokes
broiling (and)
toiling, dificil!

James P. McCabe