he had rainbow eyes,

sunflower ears, and

four leaf clover lips.

he walked like a cowboy

with ballerina feet. he

looked for peace inside

war and love inside

hate. he found cruelty

of sunshine and the

bitterness of a full

moon. each breath

he took was somewhere

between sweet and sour.

he meant no harm when

he kissed himself goodbye.

now he’s swimming with

the blue whales and he’s

never coming back. he

had no alternative but

to be honest. there are

those that will pay him

no never mind and

continue their conversation,

of a murder of crows

and roadkill. a lazy eyed

buddha will laugh about

it to himself out loud.

blessed are those that

no longer fear the waves

of the sea.

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