the sky pries
graying the beard
of an old man whom children smile at

my face aches as if
to say,
"please stop stepping on me"

the poetry muscles
are sore from use
after doing nothing fast.
1/2/06

oh yeah, it was my 21st birthday on sunday (nov 13th) just in case you had not heard.
peace
love
understanding.
-john

( Strait Up #165 )

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"the snail" John Rogers, © 2005 ( Read more... )

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