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Sunday, June 11, 2006

Point Taken...

Story told trouble
bringing fluid mittens in my black low-rider,
tempting chocolate words
filling tubs of morning licks and afternoon stomps
this is not a free thing
with chains of snowflake ashes
and pillow bugs crawling on your nostril hairs
it's dead,
it's dead!
Wear my shorts wading thru mud pies
and cookie entrails
why soup
why meal
why purge,
this is not the first time my stomach has revolved on your words of ridiculous expertise and habit
and blind
and deaf, and deaf, and deaf,
see the lake in my eye,
I have drowned here before,
this is not the first time,
I am simple stones and tickle washing electricity,
kneading flesh,
hunger starving air for one second at a time.
This is not the first time,
I am humiliated,
I am without understanding,
I am humble,
I am sad,
I am roller-skating this dust cause I care.
Cause I can.
Because I am and I stand.
Responsible tenders respect,
we are one without altering substance
we are one with sunlight the first and all time.
So stop!
Please stop! !
Point taken...
Jonathan Butler
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