A Name YOU wished You Had...

Intoxicated in an abstract from a glassed silhouette
in a chapel of web's memories with sweet sucettes
like a dark poinsettia moon and whispers at twilight
to wind me in your arms of lusting tremor

Before the edge of dawn and spawning of the dew
as your breath awakes me to a shadow of a kind
with snow of pollen and a ghostly kiss
of a fanciful dream in a musical loft
 
Intoxicated in the abstract as the willows bend low
in an arabesque of love where mythical winds blow
in a chapel of web's memories as the bells toll
as sweet as the incense from the grotto

Like a dark poinsettia moon on a quiet pond of loons
echoing the past coming in from the dark
landing on a cloud's glider of eiderdown
of phantoms and bassoons

Of love's stem of petals and trumpets
and a melancholy bloom piccolo moon
as the silence brings love's bouquet
of a fanciful dream in a musical loft

The dreaming hand  
that fate comes to shake    
is the moment when Keith    
should wake, but today    
his name naps beneath
warm dappled sunlight,  
softly his mind opens,      
   
High above the trees,    
birds circle in a figure of eight,    
he feels the forest shifting    
his weight, he watches as his    
fingers start to grow into branches    
reaching out to connect, to war    
with the darkness of ancient woods,    
he wants to scream    
as his flesh crack open into bark.    
   
Then a sudden calm;    
 
Beneath the battlefield    
he feels the sunlight    
converting into food,    
the rush of nutrients    
from the forest floor    
He stands tall, rising    
high above the canopy    
a new creature being born    
and beyond compare,    
breathing oxygen into the air,    
at one with his true self.    
   
"I am Keith" he bellows    
to the listening sky    
and the forest carries    
him in every echo.    
If you listen closely,    
the leaves will still tell you  
his name.

 
Chibby
It ain’t pretty
Though I think it’s really silly and witty
But I would love to be quick with my tongue at all sorts of retorts
Gimme
Some chilly
Fire hot to spit on the spot willy-nilly
‘Cause a cat with a name like that sounds like he’s cool in boardshorts

Chibby
It’s a little gritty
Like it’d be voted down by a city committee
As if they would say “that’s a street name that should not be allowed”
It’s hippie
More or less tricky
But I bet they’d love my little giddy ditty
Because Chibby sounds like the kind of guy who’s chill, hip and loud