Mountain Wild II (spam poem) by Vanessa Lee

Maybe you lost my name. 

Too close by, 

Where are they? 

he could stay here 

 

Will laughed 

the rest remained 

but he was wrong. 

 

mountain wild men 

at least go to bed 

she thought. 

Hugs to hold on 

this with that 

where there was home 

 

Tell her. 

 

She found his face and

set down the strong arms. 

Even though they saw 

yes, Since she drew her own 

Because now Will only nodded.

thinking that he was right 

 

god help Mountain wild men going hunting. 

Another to leave without having been wrong. 

 

So she found herself another. 

Will lied with his hands. 

Shouted at your ma 

cant but notice of course. 

 

Away from him

Her breath caught. 

mountain wild 

and remained shook 

sat down 

Remained quiet and of snow.

 

What was coming to help Will.

Answer but for you

value yer own life.

perfect safe 

camp fisherman 

Mountain wild 

 

Someone to sleep with 

 

tears. 

she nodded 

damn his eyes.

 

the next morning Will found himself. 

mountain wild 

and looking down.

 

Yellow California part 3 (spam poem) by Vanessa Lee

Call from the same

think that

Sure thing 

the way back

was to stay.

 

Seeing his mouth

and checking

the hallway.

Okay then

set of everything.

 

Then

the bathroom door

opened and gently.

Maybe you really loved her very much.

She Explained

and appeared from behind the baby.

 

Just to hurt.

you feel like.

 

Seeing the phone

and calling me that.

 

Insisted

checked the things

Once again

and grabbed her

though Nothing to take.

more minutes in pain

and air returned.

  

Unwilling to grow up

pretty much.

 

Home and everything you love.

Recalled

 

felt like something on the side.

Replied her arms

while she Chuckled

looked so happy.

Insisted she set the car seat.

  

Laughed

tried to remind herself.

Mused,

looked down

Cry

saw her hand.

 

Slowly

made sure of it this time.

Continued

looked once more.

 

Please god

 

this would take some doing.

Replied looking about

you have this.

Chuckled

  

who are we

in return.

Tell me

  

down beside him

one more time.

Without him so many years

and from then on.

Yellow California part 1 (spam poem) by Vanessa Lee

Breathed.

looking at least

the breakfast,

Please.

 

tried to watch

the prison.

Nursery door open

and snuggled against it

what Happy he had ever known

 

what? she Replied,

"with us it is now easy.

Over. pretty much."

  

he needed her mouth.

was taking this morning.

he Exclaimed and eagerly kissed

  

the nursery door.

 

Please god

would like the open bedroom.

 

Realized how over it is.

Incantation #7

Spin the cartwheels of the dead. 

Extend your hands and wrap your minds around
and send them on their way.

Stir sacrilege and tribute.

Carry forward the unfettered, lose your
grip on the grinding halt. 

Cycles barrel on ahead. 

Spare the mirror just a glance to pace
yourself and map the wake.

Feigned sleepers won't be left back.

Horizons surge to draw them in, borne
helpless on the breaking crest. 

Don't take the bait from behind.

What might have been was never. Reality
is losing patience.

Time has not forgotten you.

No haven among the living is
passed over as he rolls.

Spin the cartwheels of the dead.

Mountain Wild 5/7/3 (Adapted Spam Poem) by Vanessa Lee

Make me this woman
for what and who we were. 
trouble stop. 
 
to sit up before
looking fer trouble with such
things give up.
 
Robe beneath him and
waited. Arm around her hair
and watched. 
 
Proverbs mountain wild
will Laughed and ye shall
be living. 
 
Psalm mountain wild by
myself. be living. and then
that night, him. 
 
Setting up the right
for someone. Thinking of course
away from here.
 
his arms Besides the
cabin door opened. How long day
of all right.
 
Someone had stopped
as fast Ground but would become
of Mountain
 
wild were all that came
fer trouble but the presence
of his word. 
 
Make any, Got anything
to know the Truth was right there
Before shrugged
 
lightly touched Cabin door
opened Sounds of pemmican
from such things.
 
Give reminded sigh. 
Mountain wild Will for several
moments before. 
 
Go sit down and watch
Only to be much fer trouble
had known help
 
Asked closed his snowshoes
drew her inside the cabin.
Here was lost
 
his hands. Psalm mountain
wildlife Want to work it out
so many people.

Incantation #6

I'm grateful that you're patient, and
I'm grateful that you're kind. 
I'm thankful you're so tranquil
when I've nearly lost my mind.

May you always set your sights on
high and never stop the climb. 
May you find all that you're seeking.
May your trains all run on time.

Much obliged to you for how
your lavish blessings flowed,
I'm so full of gratitude,
I'm going to explode. 

May you always be my better,
not bourgeois enough to rhyme.
May your life remain exciting. 
May your trains all run on time.