Short Aerosol Poems
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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?
Rain splash lashing,
droplet aerosol crisp whiff.
Washed spray is distilled.
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
In the vaults of my mind is fog,
that grey speckled layer I scan,
vague vision a frustrating blur,
six sided ice crystal baleful,
a hindrance to glowing recall,
aerosol dangle, ground floater,
me beggar of radiant sun,
to banish that cloudy chaos
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
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.
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.
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