Kerri Shying R # 488 - plastered in the sky you blood red moon

eating the soused plums from the ume shu

in bed  licking the science from my wrist

thinking  roasted pepitas   spicy  for the soup  

         who    perfected   directed   that 

 I woke early   looking for my awe hit 

 plastered in the sky    you   blood red moon

hiding tidy  in the cloudbanks    there goes

my weekend           nothing’s mystic

unless I see it         please don’t explain 

my dreams today     how the coffee bean goes

from green        to    what it means to me