The Poet's Poem
By Adam Gaucher
Everywhere I turn a poetic mess blazes out of control. The cream in my coffee, a universe created as I exhale endless spirals of smoke and innumerable varieties of carbon based life-forms. The ashtray wastelands and out- of-place lanterns emitting beautiful but senseless blue flame. A transparent reflection of a family's cheese cake dinner where the great dreidel spins and dies magnetically north. The cold touch of death held within an automobile's light bulb where Spanish fleets sail to avoid nuclear distraction. From environment to the mind to the pen to the page, all is saved then passed away for the brain is a slave to the poetically insane! Written November 25th, 2001 © on Apr 06 2002 02:48 PM PST 10 • 0
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