I must say..
that sometimes
I can't hear a single word you say..
With all the stops and shops..
and Eskimo pops and I slowly
pull off the tops..
Some fresh fruit and decaying matter..
Easily entered into my frame of mind..
You so easily pull my trigger..
I think the blind man can see more
with his little finger..
Pressed into paper every bump
and numerator..
I get so dizzy riding the escalator
And so I climb the mountain so high
Never even to reach the sky..
If words spoken into an open mind
Would you lend me your ears..
The next one the next line..
Do come inside where nobodies
here and nobodies care..
As my thumb sticks out ready to
hitch a ride..The words that play
over in my mind are sometimes
tranquil sometimes are frightful
and often times delightful..
Likened to jelly and jam spread
under the dining room table..
By Rick Weber
May 16, 2013
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