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By the last few atoms. Pipe dreaming and carpet cleaning; Noble professions of the soul. Dance among the willows and give yourself over to them for good. Could be I'll stay there a while all the time just thinking of you. “Will it hurt much” I ask? “No; not if you hold real still and cock your head just like this”. “Good”, I exhale, “How come it must be like this then? “Because you mother wishes it to be, and so had your father long before he moved on”. “How come there is so much room inside my soul and no one else wants to join me there?” “Because they're all so crammed inside their own to even notice yours, and so busy moving things from the left over to the right and the right back over to the left”. “Well then can't I then crawl in next to one them?” “No this is forbidden!”, “They demand their own space and there isn't enough for themselves. “Oh” I say. “If you hold yourself real still and allow you to drift right up until the point of sleep, you can travel through time. I've done it before, numerous times, it is like fading away until you are hanging on by the last few atoms, but there you still are and it is right there that you run right into yourself form another time and another place, it is heavenly if only for the moment; you are communing with yourself across the full length and breadth of the space and time, your just barely hanging on, and are about to let go, when all at once you pull yourself gurgling back up like milk through a straw. One of these time I am not going to be able to return though and I'll let myself just fall inside of it, and I'll be gone, but arrive with both feet planted on the other side” “Could be I'll expire from boredom? I am not really sure how, but it is possible, I need at least 7 dollars to pay for my spaghetti tightrope walk lessons but I don't have it still so I will walk down the onion store and grab a piece of nylon upgrade for my trousers, so in case of fire please don't break my balls. Just yesterday morning, I found a peapod in my elephant's trunk; how it got there I'll never know! Could be that I'm turd infested just beneath the sox and I need a couple of dollars to go buy my sanity back; highway robbery if you ask me. This would be a good time to explain to you how I once caught a moray ell with my bare hands and proceeded to release him into my soup; every last morsel. I saw a movie that reminded me of you but I forgot to ask them where they hid the popcorn, no matter, in a couple of days I'll be pushing up the daises again they become so bothersome between the teeth. By the way I got a good score for my driving test; I passed all 8 sandwich bags, not a single one popped! “Pretty classy driving” the instructor said, I said prove it by wrapping yourself around that telephone pole then. I have an idea, why don't you run to the convenience store and take down this message; A clean clan cabbage chordal conundrum!” -Good heavens, its ten minutes to blue, call the angel police and tell them I've fallen of my stool! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades - Vote for this poem -
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