Friday, May 25, 2007


wheels spinning
with the aftertaste
of rubber
poetry in no motion
is just a poor use of trees
and i've been idling
for more than 3 minutes
180 seconds
but wishing for
180 degrees
from here
but midtown traffic
in 30 plus temperatures
has me feeling sticky
and stationary
with my stationery
looking for a park bridge
and a edge to rest on
catch up on my psalms
find growth
in proverbs
find relief
in verb usage
action words
to get me out of
an actionless third
this is the
fourth quarter
where eating rubber is
no longer an option
and one can't slouch
if they believe
in collar poppin

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