break the glass with a sledge pitch wedge
in the coffee break dougnuts, glazed-like hedge.
we curse, ram our souls against a wall
built in that tender space between none and all.
I'm slipping between frog green punches
and side splitting tale twisting stale bag lunches.
i need to be redeemed at a local convenience store near you
and feel the difference of red indigo yellow and aqua marine nerve-center blue.

splendid drops of sweat from heaven,
god's workin' overtime, punchin the clock, never leavin
he sets the american way of bleeding the liver for the sake of living:
the middle class dream of comfort of taking and never giving


i'm tired of being a speck in the masses
wearing a red t-shirt, sportin' my cheap bent up glasses.
I'm a poet, an artist, I need a higher meaning
a call to arms for all those who are tired of leaning


on the nothingness

of every day work.

07/31/2006

Posted on 07/31/2006
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