Sold onto filed
Weaponry
Wedged between my teeth.
I eat it all up.
I grind for this.
It’s the ISBN number
That hit me in the
Rear
While sitting atop
Of pinwheels printed
Out on vanilla sheets
Binded in coils.
Blue doom
Surrounds the room
And inhales
All of the joy.
Poised myself
For satisfaction.
Tried a game
Of hulahoops for fun.
Traced the creases
That formed
Frowns and smiles
Jumping lines
Illegally
Rebellious.
Lethal
Is
The word
That leads her.
She doesn’t have
Storybooks plastered
Over with technicolors.
She has
Vanilla
And black
As this manual
holy book.
Mantra this,
Mantra that.
Non-liberation
Would be
If I went to sleep instead.
Falling out of
In love
With
The cap covered
Earth
Cradling its shadow
For 12 hrs coming.
Slumming
My tummy
I punch holes
Right through me.
And she watched them
Get delivered
Each time I flipped it.
Cuz she decided
To spread out
Mass appeals
Through Lulu.
Took em up and
Processed the fold
Wedged between my teeth,
Doggy eared.
I gotta save recollections.
There’s more…
So much more,
To read.
(c) 2005
I take it that "To all those I've befriended" applies to me too! Hee hee.
God Bless you sis. I'm drowning in phenomenal right now. For really, really.Lei: You're up next.
Shabbat Shalom everyone.
2 comments:
hmmm... interesting... powerful... yet i have no idea what it's about. *wide-eyed face* :) I'm reading a book too ya know, by Peter Kreeft, PhD.
awww, you got diana ross to comment on your blog. and the hot diana ross from the 60's-70's apparently.
anyway, did you just add that title or did i just finally put 1 and 1 together?
probably the latter. i am a bit slow on the uptake.
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