A Spot
And what doth bring me
here to this spot
timely turns,
east west dyslexic learns
me to be ...
where is the space now?
Here before
a different time
out of place
out of mynd
and in tending to
my flock in kind
internally subjegating
unresulting rhyme
ballistical banter bereaved
its' decanter !!
"unearthing truth is only
interperative archaeology"
merely controlled science
in alliance to powers that
are to be believed in its
ruling theology....
And here in this spot I sit
a microchip
in the cog
an earmite
in a farm of hogs
a dustspeck, to be
boiled in emphatic blaspheme
a bar code
with no face
a Dunkin donut
with out the cream,
the parametics won't notice
nor the National Guard
not the Supreme Judicial tortoise
or the puppets playing cards,
but 5. O. is tight
& they'll sniff you outright,
'specially if you've violated
evidence for the Jury,
for 4 deflated desserts
are nothing but flirts
always withholding
the cherry...
Copyright © Mark Riedel | Year Posted 2006
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