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Swaying in purple

5/3/2015

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He may not sitting, swaying as trees to grass.
The nonsensical in us says it's hardcover to make
anything more of it than we can see,
hiding there in the wood, dark but indoors,
we all can see what tempts us.
Baldacci brings real life to the Doll House -
the fresh flowers that fill an end to stores.

It's nothing to do with you or me,
or random talk, and then you can see me
just standing there like a pro - giving forth
from where I stand, a draft, a pen that
imbibes culture - the standard bearer of life
that can take a bit of prose and
republish as neatly as stacked magazines.

If you could just ask a question -
relevant to no - we could justify how cold
we are - chilled as Chesney is, in hat -
decorated with nonchalance that makes
us all want to drink this collection of
refreshment, an enthusiast making it
all the harder to find one's way in life.

© 2015 Larry Ingram
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Blue camo heads

5/3/2015

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Take time to sit, to grab the mag -
with brown boots, stalling across wading magazines,
they mumble prophetic,
I'm going to bust up Atlanta, if not Chicago -
to wait longer than offending curious books,
taken longer to mature than cookies.

I was talking about the next person,
that struggle, though laughing,
mocking at rest, ready for the next publisher
to meander by.
The built ins are ready for drilling,
a garish if not pretentious model for
critiquing all of us.

At about that time it moved, skating
across Easton, scheduled never picked up -
neither were the times for sitting, posing
as though interested in the price of coffee
or pornography that will never be read.
Though attractive, never fulfilled.
Peace, love and the next insurgent.


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