We are the black
spots on the backside
of a ladybug built of ancient
stock landing
offside walls crawling
upway (rest complete)
Ascend obstacles made faux
by wing-decay I accept
this weight that was bestowed
on me from above the clouds
Wander nomadically
lost (arise again
at the start) wander
to and through a stolen
nest First to be secondclassed purposely
made the blacksheep
with matching attributes
Ghettogrins paired by liquored
chickengreased lips of full
potential Complacent
by way of (misguided clout) evolve
roots by tree whispers and grow
upway then walk now
run The pre\era shouts
for our black spots
to smooth white rocks
to fresh asphalted
journeys of
imminent upway climbing
My poet-self said this morning:
“Wipe the sleep out of your eyes, and go! Live every day before there are none left. Just detour around the bureaucracy –never look back. Oh, and smile daily!”
Friday, April 24, 2009
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