Saturday, June 19, 2010


To suffer and
be fulfilled are
opposite ends of the spectrum
like trumpets declaring war
from miles away...
announcing the impending arrival of no quarter.

Writing my silly poems and
stretching out like Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mama's little baby likes shortnin' bread and
Chicken 'n' waffles and the wonder of a rainbow—
But can't understand why some people
are beautiful outside but can be very ugly within.

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