Secret oaths and baby jellyphants

My mind cares nothing for reason
My dreams care nought about rhyme
My nose can’t smell out the season
and my eyes have never told time

I run on the grass and play
I hide behind buildings of art
I walk in the rain all day
and laugh if I let out a fart

I’ve got time enough and time to spare
I’m free wherever I go
The joy of it all: I really don’t care,
and have nothing for it to show.

I have secret oaths
and baby jellphants
and, boy, as if you didn’t know:
imagination and recreation
wherever the wind may blow.

© The Drummer Poet
08/08/2012

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