REMEMBER YOUR UMBRELLA, NIMROD.
my Mondrian wall
golden world dances beyond
she took the choice seat
it hides in plain sight
gnarled tree by the coffee shop
leaving life behind
the jackass and the pachyderm are fighting for the crown
six or an even half-dozen
overzealous congressional staffers
wrinkled suits
phones singing Motown to Providence crackers
wasting their brief lives in servitude
liars, salesmen, and big-tent-revivalists
none better than the last
ellipsis
waiting for Godot
Ray rambles schizoid sermons
I seem to be blind
"no more coffee," my watch scolds me. time to go.
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hmmmm.... don't know if I earn more points with an HBO series ringtone.... Six Feet Under.
That was an amazing poem. I wear no watch but am scolded still.
Thank you for your well wishes. I couldn't agree more. :) Thanks for dropping by, by the way.
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