Entrance

Enter here.  My horrible, poor skin.
Nonviolent in my body I feel
Thankful for treadmills, though I am not thin;
Rice for dinner.  Not turkey but a meal.
Acquisition of whatever I could
Topple, like a pine tree, just for lumber.
Acrylic paintings replicate the wood,
Eloquent sylvan scenes.  Hummel’s wonder.
Perforated stamps to mail off arrest
Unjust ignorance.  Surely I must leave.
Repaint the house brother for us.  You’re blessed!
Adjustable office chairs.  Grant reprieve,
Repair my ego.  Now it is renewed.
Elsewhere the planet carries on reviewed. 

Reviews

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i love entrance is always show me how weak i am. it s hard find place where can people understant who are you. i visited so many places . i speak with so many people. and i can just say i dont find. your poem is nice . and words floating at my brain. thank you

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really like the line "Perforated stamps to mail off arrest"
normal is good...perfect is a product of unjust ignorance...egos are unjustly crushed when we aren't what others think we should be...
looks on the inside count more...
i feel good about me, don't care what others think...the rest of the planet can review...i live and let live.