GENADM G081041

Just to be clear, yellow lemonade is not urine, and it doesn't travel in the same patterns as urine does.



Pattern
dancing on palms
String
wound tight and cool in threaded weft
Noise
so many people
so many bright lights
a single eye

Here we're hung to dry.

Stuttered walk and exit sign,
mirrored session of mulled red wine - dude, you know what I mean?

Odors wafting from stall #3,
Noodles wrapped in orange globs of sunlight,
What could it be?

Don't count on fingers, meat, or structures relentless.
Syntax will hold you down.
Don't count on three square meals or vouchers with names printed where I can see.
It's gonna be the brightest light you've ever seen.

Count to three - space between syllables
Cut short and mumbled,
If you were crisp, I was the aftermath - sums and complexes for a sunday afternoon.

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Right.

Please pause for me.
Pause softly and float forward.
Lift feet
from pavement,
several jewels encrusted, related, benign on foreheads.

Breathe in for me.
Let the tickling wafts of fresh nectar-mist wash over you,
Little eddies of motion towards a common goal.
We're winning,
one step at a time.

I woke up seven days ago and I said
Upwards of nintey-thousand yards of raw stock lives.
Don't let the bluff of the common age
kill your orbit-buzz, man.

Wheel and cart around and blesséd be - for what?
I never wrote riddles for anybody.

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(*WRITE YOUR OWN POEM HERE*)













Damn, that's some good shit! You need to write me some more of that wry stuff!

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