a meditation on the inhalation of dust

5 syllables too many

After art class,

where I talk with colored chalk,

I walk home,

where I blow rainbows from my nose.

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Oh yes! I remember the chalk and board days very well, with each sneeze after the collected dust flies off from itchy nostrils. Thanks for sharing.

[Red Pill Coyote]

I wanna eat your boogers that are clearly made out of skittles.

[Clockwork]

Sounds like a beautiful scene after a day of class, even though it caused a sneeze or two.

[Amber Betty Marie Child..]

If you are an artistic walker you know how much this means

[arbitrary jane]

just so long's you blow 'em pretty.

... brilliant, btw. gets me wondering what it is i've been breathing all day, and what comes out in inadvertent exhales... pretty sure it ain't rainbows.

[...]

. wow! ... that's the awesomest nose in the cafe ... it can sniff out the sublime ... and the surreal ... and even say so ... amazed i am ... p.s. ... the comma would help i think ...

[Chloe Madison Taylor.]

I really think this is my favorite of everything you've written.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This poem is really cool. I like it a lot. Art Class is so much fun.
I love how you described something that is disturbing to some
people..lol...and made it a beauty.

[cest la vie]

This is spectacular.. so sharp and witty..

[Alice]

I absolutely absolutely love this it is so so perfect and adorable and funny. It makes me grin every time I read it, never gets old.