jamie's writing

plant this magic bean

without the moss, there would have been nothing remarkable about the 

castle, other than it's colossal width

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things started returning to me
in fistfuls

i squat by the ocean in the blue zone

and watch it fade, the clouds hullver
and fayd

things look like they have been blue-
blocked

in the distance i see poseidon waving 
like a maniac

winking like a maniac

his jaw is clenched, his paddle is wide, 
his trident is manned by the towering
torso

he's a maniac, he sings to the moon,
the same 

moon, full, hurdled, he pleads,
he shouts

he growls like a wolf, he donkeys

a wave begins to sing,
sounding like a thousand ladies 
at first tiny, a fractal image 
i am twined with
centimeters in sight, off the horizon

a shining green ox razor 

a lime monster

my surfboard quakes beneath me,

the timpani comes in 

i am green roomed
scoping 

a red vipe slithering through the wave
red spider dancing through the web

poseidon's tiny ponies beneath, 

"never back down"

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