Poem for her 869

Dear Readers,


Editors/authors/production designer's notes.

I am going on a trips through
Space Time,
She is a hard lock linkage here
There
Something
Special
EXTRA
perfection
purrrring
purrrrin ing
purrr

Perfection in one solid lump of DNA
RNA and only God knows everything
Yet he sends humans
Angels unseen
Many angels
All wrapped up into
A sweet nothing butterfly
Wrapper held tone
Tone alert
The in the in box voice mail
The in tune voice mail
The singing of sounds of song
The sound of her
The sound of my voice
The knowledge that
Even though live has it's stresssssses
Cracked
The fact that she has dreams
Big complex
Dreams
The mover of the mountains
The Jeep we did design
Was ready for a pickup
...straight shot out bound
Then that long unseen
Unknown track back and ripper the stave
The hang tags say
This is our dream machine
water tight up to the high
hard top
deep fording
Cross that river until
the water washes over the hard
case tip top
Flip the mode
to drive diver river or ocean
Then drive as if you are on the
edge of the moon
under water
under total control
Designed
By me
and My
Brother
Certified to be the best mental
Unpackker
this older me
than most people guess
I look young
Most people
Guess wrong
Added numbers amaze them
Then I can say the end note
My dad is still alive
Hisdream
Midstream we sit
On the bottom of the river
8 feet under the high water mark
It's a flooded river
We'd thought this out
Boat on land
Boat
thin never sailed yet still inside
The Blus blus blue marine books
I have ideas
She has dreams
We a re a matched
sitting all day
playing the same card game till
till
when
never ending fun
at 56 plus current time line
I am not ever done with the next half of my life
The facts are in
Thin lined in red
The Jeep held air
Powered by my brother's
patented by them
Yet used by
NASA
yeah brother dear
Your yxalag galaxy class is in ten days
Red headed to be step daughter now niched in ip
switch
flipped the switch
I looked over at her
she said
cool with her toast
Then after our first
underwater pinned to map
Picnic we headed
up hill
long slow had to move bit down
stream then
surfaced broke
the sun was cool to see
sparkles
sparkles
sparkles
sparkles
sparkles


Happy Birth Day Picnic and Babe

Charles.



Liner notes. Not fiction, fact
any typos were intended
Trust me
I saw it as I saw it as a saw it
Future dreams
These long days of dazed
staged plays
This is my dream driver
Diver machine
She will have a hut full of jeeps
and other cars
other places
other
somethings
sweet nothings
drift up
outta her sock drawer
she smiles
Hi