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Plowing Through
9-28-13


True to myself
In my dance of dolor and delight
Plowing my way through
Straight into another mild and pleasant Saturday night
Counting not my hues exterior
In that I am said to be as such, white
Terrified of Monday evening
Where I face the marketplace
By faith in fright
True to myself
Trying not to overthink
The fixing today of my kitchen sink
To see that we can learn something every day
In another unconventional and creative way
True to myself
And given these words to pen
And to say...












Fizz
9-28-13
* time to knock on back the rest of my Coke




A reckless blunder is made all over my living room floor
Hoping the Coco Cola drops will dry out
Over the next two hours
Of waiting for the storm to blow over
Seeing that I get myself in trouble
In ordering out and paying double
Seeing a need to report this incident of my froth and bubble
In this reckless blunder serving its purpose
Thankful that such is all that it is......
























Spew
9-28-13


Looking for Dillard
That wrote the Pilgrim At Tinker Creek
Being the first one at the bookshelf
Letting her go first in turning the other cheek
Trying to justify my exploding bottle of Coke
Yet to wake tomorrow
In partaking in my steam and smoke
Waiting for the drops to dry
On my living room floor
Taking my brother's advice
To not end up with a whore
Where there is never a darkness so deep
That a candle cannot illuminate...






















Prism
9-28-13
* roygbiv




There is always a rainbow
In that it just takes a shower
For us to notice such prisms
That appear in such moisture
In the air upon horizons of illuminations
Of which I can see through transitional lenses specially bought
To bring out the resonance of all I have been taught
And so I come back over here
And tried to just go back over there
And swallow my pride...