I think this one already says it all. A poem that I wrote in a dark time as a spot of light.
Pink cake frosting, pickle juice
A small blue flower and a buffalo tooth
mix in iron and whisper a secret
smell your socks then vigorously beat it!
This motion makes a potion sauce!
so if you're seeking things you've lost
down the draft and lick the cup
suddenly what's down is up!
It makes hot things cold and cold things hot
and things that used to are, are not
watch it turn orange bluer!
Since you'll be me, and I'll be you -er
And what specifically can it do for you?
it takes your dreams and makes them true
it remembers things that you've forgotten
and un-rots feelings that feel rotten
It rights the wrongs and wrongs the rights
it lightens up the darkest nights
it especially works to make amends
to un-make un-friends into friends
what you need is a change of heart!
opposite sauce will do some part -
but the trick is knowing when to forgive
go topsy-turvy to live and let live
and better off are the ones who're trying!
switching gravity so they go flying!
they poked their ballast full of holes,
and let a lightness in their souls.