Epiphany
i had a real morbid day, harry.
i dunno what makes those nauseating thoughts come up.
utterly disgusting
and completely illogical.
no basis in reality.
i think i better think nicer thoughts,
like flowers
and clouds
and dewdrops
and picnics
and seashores,
and please extract the other two sea urchins from my left ear canal.
and harry, thanks for the swell job
on my right ear.
(mar 79)
Copyright © Pastor Isaac | Year Posted 2011
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