When head is clear
Periscope rotates
Lubricant thick to the bone
Mirrors in line

With thought unhampered
Telescope extends itself
Filters drop naturally
Universe in focus

When brainwaves clean
Microscope steady
Amoebae Paramecia
Examined from within

With eyes unclouded
Radar sends frequently
Ears receiving
In intricate detail

When system flush
Senses in harmony
Muscles taut
Music on the bone



© 1989

890 hits as of November 2024

11/06/2013

Author's Note: A post drug rehab poem for Toronto's embattled mayor, Rob Ford. And although I've never smoked Crack, as a fellow fiscal conservative, still proud to be (in spirit) a member of the "Ford Nation."

Posted on 11/06/2013
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