October 7, 2010

Thoughts Were Thoughts

I turned around
No thing to do
No poem to write:
Not one, not two

When I turned around
The left was right
It took this pickle
To end the fight

And down was up
As up is down
Because thoughts were thoughts
When I turned around

Not both, not neither
Not two, not one
I think I'll celebrate this fun
Take a breather, work is done

New-born glowing, not knowlegeable
I am the baby king of all
Enjoying that crudity which is usually hated
Moving in with the Ones to Whom I'm mated

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