SUPERMARKET TURPENTINE

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JOURNAL # 37

he confessed
he took a hit
after every tenth word
composed
what a shocking revelation  to
slip in on
the deliberate battering of the brain's
pistons by poisonous chemicals
obtained
all to gain access to that
vast hallway of creativity
to unlock the door
to finer streams of consciousness
he abused his mind
and found humor in such dangerous
self dosing
like it was a child's game played
for but a few words wrung out
almost desperately
in an altered state of being
likely murdering some fonder
memories in the process
I feel so abundantly blessed
yet unbelievably frightened by
such things I read
I shall never pollute the decks of my
own ship
with such hazardous materials
promoting any supposed freeing
of the mind
rather in great respect and reverence
I shall make every effort to keep my
own cleansed
of such 'Supermarket Turpentine'
why then, to the field of poetry writ
I  must be a veteran vegan
for this word reveler
only basks in the finest
organic aisles there are
that of
deep careful thought
quiet contemplation
innate spiritual awareness
amid the wakings of
love's finer musings
these are the natural
immune boosters of
higher thinking
that any deep feeling poet needs
not toxins to embezzle false
beauties from the brain...................
(April 4, 2010 126am)

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

inspired by a poem I read by fellow post poems poet Paul McMonagle's poem It.

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