Work zero hero
worked his zero into an empiro
ignimoriro obvisly-ousiyero
lieing in a chair
listening to 'is stereo
One day
in an enquieero
to his capitol inflagiero
a cool setting sun
a meandering glow enfixed in his attentive peerio
a listless daze as he rested in the haze
he had passed by his
by passed
his focus
an' over looked his
numero uno
money making
attention getting
successful
deceit
lived not more a week
to speak
to speak all the words
pass from 'is rolling breath
his rolling tongue
all alone
did slip
as his mind roll all the lowest and cunning
knowning
man polished lies
known to dirty men
a man on a hill
had ever to see hear or speak
so
"esquoillio waste basket lumpfollio"
said his doc
who gave im a hand
to hand him is bill
who then both retired in the peacefull
and desperate quiet
and high rollingest hills
of LOUDEST ECHO CANYON RANCHONERIOhOSO
SIESTARARIO
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This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)