i would rather golf
than paint for you
a clue
like a Haitian street
artist in sole-less
shoes.
i would rather shop
than fight for it
hard
like GSP with a sharp
ax kick to the solar
plexus.
i would rather shift
into the grey twilight
unaware
like a free spirited
nymph in a over dramatic
playonwords.
i would rather hate
a poem of mine
own
as Eeyore on
holiday in
Muscatine.
yet
(here i am and
not inspired.)
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this one wasn't ready to begin with. i had another all dressed up for the blog and party but changed at the last minute and i feel quite contented.
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