stephenpickering's posterous

stephenpickering's posterous

Stephen Pickering  //  Writer - Musician

Mar 3 / 1:20am

Where's the King

Where's the King
The radiant crown?
All summer long he's been down
Down to the ground
Driven by a stake
Oh how he pays for their growing mistake
I'll take you in my arms at midnight
Alice will soon find the cat
With the lake littered with moonlight
With the boxers exuberance by the pool
Not understanding where he's at

Will we go to school
Or hooky down by the river
Protected by Cottonwoods and cool
Water that makes our toes shiver?

An ant awaits us to give up our thoughts
And set our books down by the stream
He digs his whole in search of the lierary dream, the fairy tale, the only
Thing that can truly be lived out in Spring

He'll say I loved your wonderful writings and the sentence you wrote on Romeo and pudding, but shouldn't you kiss her or at least hold her hand
Like a Romantic man?

The Russians are under ground you know
Dating bronze, silver, and gold girls
Who've built castles under the snow
Each night I speak to them
To see how the adventures turned
Pa Ruuski is not the language we speak
It's one you never heard

Jesus' triangle sweeps the West
Buddhas the East
They say the great mountain fills the South
With eternal life with he who sucks from it's rivers mouth

But you should take your girl now
And go back to school
Back to the chambers of the golden rule
There will be other times
To play and frolic and rhyme.
Come back tomrrow you'll lose your sorrow
Come back next week
And I'll show you how to live your dream

Catfish at night the crickets delight
They belong in eternal June
Hanging from the crescent Moon
You can stay for the night but in the morning you must leave soon
Isn't that what your mind says?
But rejoice, for you may leave your Soul here for all of eternity to swoon.


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