Short Aerosol Poems

Oh, blue, blue sky that used to be,
Before those grey lines bled,
Has evil now taken over the World,
Are all the good men dead? 
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Rain splash lashing,

                                droplet aerosol crisp whiff.

                                 Washed spray is distilled....

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Now here's something I've never thought of before
How'd they get the air in those aerosol cans I implore
A major phenomenon
Need help from dear mom
Mom knows everything, she's smart to the core...

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Nothing 
  Like, lollygagging by a waterfall
    Watching the clouds deliver 
      A daytime, honey drizzler
        Falling in wet, misty, aerosol

Rain 
  Invigorates 
    Me 
      Yea

Enamored
  As the heavens open wider
    The afternoon sky takes a gander
      Showcasing, a freshwater
        Sun shower, water whisper...

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Listen to poem:

The flash of fear I feel
at passing darkened windows
or dim-lit mirrors comes
when I observe, reflected,
a stranger in my clothes
(or skin) and think:
is this the me
that other people see?
This ghostly image
that I know cannot be me?
Though its actions correspond
to those I take
in shaving, bathing,
wielding cans of aerosol,
surely I would recognize
this jaded, aging,
desensitized distraction
that the world
mistakes
for me....

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Images

The images in 
my mind of
verbs mating with pronouns are 
sometimes broadcast on 
TV. On TV: me sucking out and 
not praising aerosol cans to 
make a less money for 
the unnamed company. The pressurised cans are 
bronze, the 
substance released in 
a fine spray are: 
advantageous states or 
positions and 
points earned following 
deuce furthering causes. My too lewd comments of 
their intercourse are 
sometimes broadcast on 
KG751 FM to 
high ratings.

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Kiss me flower what time buoyant so scent
Caress me evergreen tree that needle spent
Oh swallow me valley of distant streams
Cover me aerosol now breeze surround me
And all that's left is mine tasteless breath
For God is Grand creator kissed my lungs
His breath in me He breathes a life in my lungs
He blew his winds his wind inside of me
Now so I am now this living creature
A product of His awe perfect nature

1/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022...

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