sip

sip

A Poem by ICS

I'm so real right now. 
More real than one who reels
in the mind while striking deals
at the bank - think
tank

climb!
I hear the birds
but cannot imitate
originality

On the floor
ground pressing up
pushing me,
"Hey Buddy, what's you?"
Up.
I'm up. Capitalized
or not

I'll feign interest
you're really into it
If it didn't already exist
I couldn't have created
the opportunity
to exist

Writings of the man
normal quiet man
mysterious intrigue
man, subtle man

Crazy insane man
walks among these lands
forming bands of hands
with hands
handling handles
of Handel,
the professional handler,
known for "The Handle"
which is synonymous
with wicked mad

I see you getting older
what did you expect?
life's drinking and driving
a fancy car wrecked
decked in the jaw
by a deck stacked against you
rhyming hitler
not so cool

A whole spool
for you to unwind
are you a fool,
have you the mind?
that's not kind
to take away
wrong
institutions bind
open the wallet
close the mind

© 2010 ICS


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Added on February 19, 2010
Last Updated on February 23, 2010

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ICS

San Antonio, TX



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