Monday, August 12, 2013

Poem Written On a Bus #3

I sing the smell of chinese food!
Sweaty unwashed work t-shirt
Mega-tight dizzy  firework

I contain this time within my mind
baggy, voluminous aluminium
can to be crushed.

I conquer in play
and breathe deep the death in life

Like a rocket shopping cart across vacant parking lots

Like a candy grenade over 87 sugar crusted cracks of desert.

Like swamp man! Man of the swamp!

These budding collections spring

Fountains of cheddar sludge

This rot slide conclusion goes on to betterness!

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