..
this poem is pure gold, spun
just for fun and singed with fire.
it desires to be un
-subpar, a star in a sea of ebony,
a trembling treble clef deaf
to all
too noisy instruments
of glazed in
…….-sanity.
it’s got so much:
glitter in its veins,
a satin ribbon for its skin.
it begins
and ends
with a solar flare.
stare into it too long,
and you’ll go blind
(but you might not mind.)
this poem has dilated pupils,
no scruples.
screw status quo, this poem
knows how to fin
-ally
shine.
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And shine it does!
Oh, I love this. Cheeky voice!
“a trembling treble clef deaf
to all” … Love this, and this:
“stare into it too long,
and you’ll go blind
(but you might not mind.)
this poem has dilated pupils,
no scruples.
screw status quo”
You know you have a nackfor draggin thelittle red wagonthat carries my thoughtsthrough the hills and valleys of myoughts and should sto new neighborhoods that wagondelivers the goods
Ah, I see what you did there: you made the poem appear it was about something else, but I knew it was about you! Sending much love and happiness to you and yours, Feliz Navidad! from Moskowitz the Humble