Life Whisking By
Life whisking by
Partial storms are never
The sherpas they need to be
There's more to it than
Viewmaster renderings
laced with lemon twists
And why must I share it
Without the ability to expunge
That, this and those
Of my choosing
Slice me a taste of the rarefied air
Topped with cream, joy and
An overwhelming sense
That tomorrow is always better than today
That doldrums are merely pimples
On the flesh of porous humanity
Eagerly waiting to be popped
And wiped on the shirt
That needs changing anyway.
(5/25/10)
Copyright © Suburban Lovechild | Year Posted 2015
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