Home is Where the Hat Is

I am an Urban Cowgirl
A wind blown sunflower
A breath of fresh air
A tea cup of summer rain
Golden Brown upside down
Comic book heroine
Japanamated Dreadie
In traveling boots
Feline empress
Guerrilla dressed
And survival accessorized
In the middle of nowhere
Downtown, yourcity USA
Riding Foxy
The little red wagon that could
Tipping heartily
And e-z glidin' on by
Loving the moments
As they pass into goodbye
Sometimes I cry
To water concrete roses
I pass by
Lasooed to a cloudy sky
Eyes clean sometimes
And I have star dust innervisions
Every day is another
Each moment was the last
Time is faster than infinity
Light, sound and thought
It goes right through everything
And keeps marching on
I am a fantasy hunter
A seeker of mystic paths
Retriver of unknown treasures
Lost and humbled by ignorance
Den mother of the pride
Early morning conjerer
Irrefutable diplomat of an abstract reality
That exists without prior consent
And lacks concern for advice
Justification is innate
I am therefore I exist
There is no way I can
Un-am, un-exist, un-be
Who I be, come to be,
Use to be
Is, will, was
Am-ed
Regaurdless
of my
Went, was, go
All I can hold on to
Is my known and unknown
Remebered and let go
Solved by x-tra terrestrial being
You know
Down to Earth
But up in the night sky
Daydream on a suny day
Sail away on the
Pirate ship of love
In the tropical jungle
Of life
Through war, fare, struggle, strife
With a melancholy giggle
And a pocket knife
A splash of lime
In a water glass of light
Packing Turkish Camels
And dancing in my coat
With a croak in my throat
Leap froggin on society
Just to keep ahead of the rush
I don't set trends
I set the goal line
The unattainable carrot
Cheese wheel of the rat race
Slice of moon pie
Sweet double bye
That lazily navigates
Memory Ave backwards
In the realm of Impossibility
That exist
Only in the mind

by Empress Nzingha