I think for a while I was a child
But to be a child you need to laugh
I looked into the dictionary of common sense
Skimmed the pages of translucent ill written


Structured innocents and forging smiles
I would sham a child’s famous glow
The people would eat it
The people devoured an act
I think a habit is a pleasant addiction

I plowed over the wise man
Looking down from ten feet tall
He asked me, a boy
“How does this make you feel?”

A reply with fire honesty
“Like cinnamon”
“You love the smell, of course”
“But when you taste it yourself it burns your tongue”

11/19/2009

Posted on 11/20/2009
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