Wednesday's Holograph Of A Laugh

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

taken from my book, "Must You Find Out?"

Wednesday's Holograph Of A Laugh


I don't recognize a bubble of insanity

My wrapped up pebble of belonging

Has tampered with the cruelty

And the hedgehog of time cannot bother me

Passing by a dump truck that drives too slow

__on the road

I'll get nowhere, fast

And when I get there

I'll take a look around

__and come all the way back

Just as soon as I can't do that

Peanut brittle and sausages with unsound minds

Can wipe us clear off the planet


But will we eat them,

Or let them?

Thee untold idea

That cannot exactly be forming

At any given second

Can jam a vibrator up a pussy

And when packing a heater becomes impossible

We'll all remember the simpler times

When we didn't need one

I cannot sit here

__and let the drum patterns

____fallow me where ever I go

So I'll be tied to a train track

And ran over just slightly

If I ever land where I'm not supposed to

__when I come down

____from being too high

______I'll not understand what just happened

And be kept alive for nobodies purpose

__but my own

Until gun laws diminish

__and I finally get to kill myself

Which won't be in my life time

So oh well

If a bell rang in Heaven

There might be confusion up there

'Cause bells are Hell's things

You wouldn't confuse "bacon" with "sausage"

__would you?

So why would you confuse "love" with "hate"?

Empty walls pour stains all over burnt rugs

And cracked mugs make chuckling sounds

__when breaking on the concrete

But nobody knows where the flowers sink

__when the faucets are all turned off

And in no upright position

__will I sit

When somebody of thee opposite sex

__ever gives a fuck

____and would do something about this mess

______that I am in

________and clean it up

Like only a woman can

But to stand here and wait

Is always going to be pointless

So eggs will be laid

And eggs will be cooked

But my brain will never fry anymore

Until my soul comes out


07-12-'17 #2

D. L. Cannon

Submitted: July 18, 2017

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