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SEMI-SLEEP SADNESS
SEMI-SLEEP SANDESS
To interrupt the flow of love
like a falling colorless dove
catch me if you can I'm flailing in the wind
the clasping spoon shaped wandering hands
found floating about in a tilted stupor
visiting mazelike gardens
venting their frustrations in sequestered soliloquies
fountain of sin the ventilated garbage bin
who will ultimately and forever win?
or is this stage of development gestation
breeding ground predetermined to expose
its soft under belly to
smooth and soft as satin
wiley peaceful semi-sleep sadness?
I clap in awe of the wandering gardeners
painstaking blood letting
contest gain
I lack all selfishness and distain
wonder about that in your puny brain
bestow the blessings in sprinkle dust
take away pain
sultry little Armageddon game
after all he's not to blame
