[10 Days Before the Birthday.]
5 times I’ve spun it around.
3 months and 19 days,
I bit the bullet and said
I don’t care if you sever the finger
The ring stays, I mean at least –
The better part of Forever.
I think of humorous late-nite sleepy-time shows,
And Lent get-gets
That happen when someone
Watches too much
Rorshach Fever.
Or listened to it in Millenia
Some verse and some discarded or/to disastrous orphan child.
And the hot tub said I was 9 years old.
Living lives as I would without the mould, o’ lack-o-finances.
You turn ever vig into a bag of vidalias.
And that’s pretty sweet,
For lily-bulb and string bean tree
Rose bushes.
Somewhere in there the cornflower, turns blue.
And the iris, always purple.
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