and this is how it startsA Poem by Daniel Atkinsoninspired by the light bulb in my room.
and this is how it starts--
a crackling light bulb and spilled coffee on the rug. i am like a braying sheep to intelligent ears. someday lesser men will heckle me about funeral expenses the rent and overdue taxes: fiscal issues. trifles. sometimes i feel like god and maybe hell too. self-empowerment works wonders on a sinner's soul. © 2011 Daniel AtkinsonReviews
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