Well, once again it's a Friday, the true capper for the week and time for another poem, dear readers. Considering what I did last weekend, that of performing/reading in a corporate bookstore setting, I felt the poem below would be most appropriate. As always, enjoy!!!
The Seven Dirty Actions That You Can’t Perform In A Corporate Bookstore
The living word
Is most absurd
If we don’t act upon it
Look over there
It’s a man in his underwear
Reading the paper and smoking a cigar
Listening to the sounds that he makes
Laughter-oh the madness, hear the soul of the city in his bellied echo
Listen-to the movement of listening
Look-around you
Learn-to learn the lust for the quest in question
Linger-falling all around the pointed finger straight at you
Lose-yourself inside a jaded soul once so fantastically plain
Love-yourself before living inside loving
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