poetry – Page 90 – poems 2 die for

IN GOOD TIME

maybe if I fill
my world with
bright and
shiny
I’ll
be happy

maybe if I
shop until I drop
I can live
the rainbow
spectrum
of my world

so
little time
to convert my life
into plastic

palace of
magnificence

just a few hours
so I must splurge
every
which way

I am snake
always
curled up
somewhere

reading
William Blake

sticking out
my tongue at you
— no disrespect!
only to
taste
what your molecules
say
what they
wish to do

we can slip past, evade
each other,
not a problem, perfect
solution

unless
you set on gleaning
a smidgen of
my wisdom

wish
to dance; wish to talk

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