WORD STORM

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in case something brilliant comes to mind

I'll twiddle this pen between my tenacious teeth

lips pursed in careful concentration

my tongue peaks out bravely like that of a verbal

sword from its shapely snug sheath

to ascertain the splendid situation

step to the pounding pace yee dead brain cells

from the left wing

bring forth your great perception and your dedication

and depth to any even puny petulant pipe-dream

stick around to face your fears and tears

and steer clear of any negative opinions one

so rumorously hears

don't hit so hard upon grief and ground

you can only fall so fast downward bound

you are most assuredly the truest antagonist

you do undoubtedly get the general gist

gentle fair mind so willing to pursue potential

poetic ponder

do not let brilliance go off to where ever it wishes

to wonder

it may never readily wish to return

so the final question lay atop the meticulous mind

can one actually fabricate the truth so to discern....

(written April 6,1991)




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