Wesley Willis

If you're looking for my headstone
It's by the back fence, over there.
Along the edge, where leaves dance and play.
Spring robins sing there, all alone.
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This little bird is my halo.
She landed on my journal book,
she fluttered here, there, to and FRO.
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Your mother left the night I dreamed of you
You were so sad and young, and I was too
You came to me with your saddest smile- askew
Hand in hand we danced to a swirling- coo.
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In the night it was set for days and days
The trigger was dry the peanut butter was gone
The mouse had his treat the spring unsprung displays,
his skill of mastering treat-to-treat alone.
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Jungles where Americans faded,
Darkened foliage of Vietnam
Viet Cong guerrillas barricaded.
Beneath the ground the tunnels swam.
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Eyes were gazing deep in thought it is because
your beauty has made the flowers blush
your shoulders are pleading for a needed friend
I know there contains a broken heart within
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The tattoo man pierced
colors through her blood
which ran down her breast-
punctured pantie lines
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Wondering Mermaids swim in moonlit flowers.
Pondering mermaids swimming, moonlit showers.
Her wiggles from within the depths of the deep.
Her giggles from within the breaths of her sleep.
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Standing a statue.
A statuette of Robert Frost.
Stone of poetic knowledge.
Ants streaming by,
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