There Once Was A Pot Poem by Vincent Dali

There once was a pot
It was filled with non-sense
So it was simply sent away
To a very beautiful place
Where everyone wore a beautiful face
Where some things disappeared without a trace
Others appeared at once
Some closed their eyes and dreamt away
Some walked through doors and down stairways
Some wrote scripts to act out plays
Some lust for the Goddess
But most ate the mushrooms that grew
Fresh picked fruit, their juices flooded her mouth
She walked around bare footed with long brown hair
She had a blue eyed stare and a small twitching nose like a hare
A big beautiful grin connecting to blushing dimples
The way she walked, the way she talked was o’ so simple
She sung along with the drops of the rain
And the whistle of the train
She whistled along as she sat swinging
Day Dreaming and thinking
Relaxed in body and soul
Boarding the train smelling the sweet air and feeling whole
As it sped across the water the scenery melt into a tangled web
A black widow spinning while dining on her mate
It slows to a halt and breaks the clock and burst through the gate
Millions of Billions of Doors floating all around
Sealed with her loving kiss and a whisper of a sound