Of DoubtA Poem by JazmenFree WriteEverything must be poetic. The cat is cross eyed. The breeze is wet. The little baby flies solicit the center of the bedroom. Flying in small circles chaotically. The sun is hiding and I really don't mind. The internet's been down for 3 days but I would've sworn it's been a week. So I'm writing on my own time.. My friend's lost all hope for the world. And I'm not in it to save it. Here I am blowing ashes Onto the fresh, clean floor. My time to feed is dawning again. The hour's've passed and it's afternoon time or breakfast before my 4 o'clock shift I want to send for a cab so I don't have to walk Just want to get stoned and by myself just talk with my mouth shut as I push on these buttons - they're black with white letters. The desk is green and my smoke is a prominent grayish blue hue of coiling heat in the open room with all the windows cracked wide, it's raining, no, relight the cherry, the outside is moist, the bushes, brambles and grass fresh in the absence of this mornings rain, it's too much, I've got to make the call. I'd like to walk but my fingers are cold and I'm blazed to the core I'll wait until I forget I don't want to speak.
Yes it's all wrong.. © 2012 JazmenAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJazmenPacific Northwest, WAAboutStudying Science and Philosophy Claim no religion and I have no categorizable political views. I am interested mostly in the new science sociocyberneering (The Venus Project + Jacque Fresco) .. more..Writing
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