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In conclusion

by Johnny Crimson

Seldom a sane rocket
leaves the launch pad
and it's a queer quiver
through a deadpan pendulum's heart
that slivers up to you
in see-through everything
and asks for a presidential pardon
from intercourse-related discriminatory procedural hearings.

I was clear and direct once,...

it was a long day!

03/31/2015

Posted on 03/31/2015
Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 04/01/15 at 07:19 PM

Continuity and connective tissue are grossly overrated. Emphasis on the gross. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

Posted by A. Paige White on 04/02/15 at 02:54 AM

You had me from the first line. But doggont I must've missed what this was concluding from and I'd sure like to fill in that gap because I enjoyed this conclusion so much. I've been scribbling my own "seldom a sane rocket" carried about in "if death's robes had pockets" myself... Thoroughly enjoyed!!!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/02/15 at 12:38 PM

this is simply, excellent Johnny, congratulations on POTD.

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