My Day in 26 Pieces

People run

through buckets of paint babbling

silky love.

Spirit shots,

eroding slimy, slick fears,

filling warm buckets.

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  1. #1 by carldagostino on May 27, 2011 - 9:59 am

    You can clean up buckets of rain, but buckets of spilled paint remain

    • #2 by Carl on May 28, 2011 - 7:31 am

      Which might not matter if you love the color.

  2. #3 by liv2write2day on May 27, 2011 - 11:41 am

    Interesting sensory experiences you create here, Carl.

    • #4 by Carl on May 28, 2011 - 7:31 am

      Thank you for reading and commenting.

  3. #5 by Life: Between the lines on May 27, 2011 - 2:18 pm

    🙂 I am loving this as well 🙂

    • #6 by Carl on May 28, 2011 - 7:31 am

      Oh, thank you! You are very kind!

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