brevity is not mine
my mind doesn't seem to know
when to stop, no it runs
like an old toilet
most nights I hear the constant
whoosh of watery thoughts
gushing through galvanized conduits
I like to think of as arteries
for red-blooded boys like me....
yet I admire the lady or gentle man
that knows when to pull a plug,
I drool within their economy
sitting here with broken check-valves
and hands that never get tired
forearms like Popeye on a 3 day spinach binge
deltoids born in the baskets of cobras
that eschew the bamboo flute
only to love the tenor sax
what can I say about choices in the moment,
I dig a long and winding riff
brevity is not mine
brevity is not mine
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
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Re: brevity is not mine
long-flowing brevity
as many words as needed
and then the end
as many words as needed
and then the end
Re: brevity is not mine
my mind doesn't seem to know
when to stop, no it runs
like an old toilet

when to stop, no it runs
like an old toilet
Re: brevity is not mine
good reads all.
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Re: brevity is not mine
thanx Arcadia and Cecil.....
appreciate the feedback...
appreciate the feedback...
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
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