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Today, I looked and life is turning blue again.
It is the bright blue of skies, one from the bag of things
that fire my desire for mind-altering shit,
but I seek some sort of god instead,
or perhaps I seek no type of god.
I remember looking for you.
I should never look again.
I am to have better decision-making skills,
but you were my higher power with such grace.
I’m not so rotten, and my wife is most precious to me.
#1 by Evelyn on March 12, 2011 - 7:52 pm
great poem.
especially love…
“Today, I looked and life is turning blue again.
It is the bright blue of skies, one from the bag of things
that fire my desire for mind-altering shit”
your style is so fresh and original
this piece is clear and concise.
#2 by Carl on March 12, 2011 - 8:54 pm
You are full of generous kindness. Thank you for your words.
#3 by Evelyn on March 14, 2011 - 6:53 pm
On reread, I love the ending.
again, I can hear your “voice”.
in fact, I would really like to hear you read this.
I feel like hearing it would give it a whole new meaning.
#4 by Carl on March 14, 2011 - 10:55 pm
Those who bravely post audio are courageous. I think it is a good idea. I have heard a few and the reading really impacts the meaning a lot. It’s not difficult technology wise. It’s difficult art-wise.