by Jose Lopez

Created on: October 31, 2008

Sitting on the cobblestones of nature

pondering away, the sense of things.

Cuz ma thought process has become flacid

counting the particles once belonging to man or woman

a bottle of scotch, elastic rubberbands

A jolt of insufferable tolerance for my muse

she gave me this blasted cold

made the foolness of my lips

crack

chapped

whatever!

Muse oh muse

you have made me what I am twoday

a

bewildered

poet

addicted to the blissfulness of your

selfish agenda and why?

Perhaps I can answer that, but then.

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