James Edward Lee Sr. Poet Free verse

Folding Flowers While Ironing Rocks In the Dark

Folding Flowers While Ironing Rocks  in The Dark

I load the washing machine up with my dirty wishes
Found myself lost and broken in the kicthen
All the writing on the bathroom stalls
Surpasses the shoppers at the malls
And why must I write about you at all
You come before me and you think it a lark
      it's circumstances Folding Flowers While Ironing Rocks  in The Dark


Swimming in odd-houses while cutting class
Grown up thinking pew is a piece of church furniture
Watermelon basketball salmon crochet patties
Wring on the sidewalk with a broken bleeding thumb
Picking up harden day old chewing gum
You come before me and you think it a lark
      it's circumstances Folding Flowers While Ironing Rocks  in The Dark

Now while you are trying to comprehensive and make sense of my lines
Don't condemn me because my words don't make sense
I'm no more or less educated than a bowl of pink grapes
Bet you gonna try and fluctuate and define my lines of morphemes
 And why must I worry about you at all
You come before me and you think I am lost
      it's circumstances Folding Flowers While Ironing Rocks  in The Dark

11/25/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.

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