funky stinkin' goat
makes the break for the pokeberry
purple mouth and fur
some folks cook pokeweed in pots
vinegar calming the taste
where the kitchen soothes
to understand its meaning
an apron's worn space
curving the waist of love dirt
filling emptying the sink
dishes stack three high
sunday morning quick clean-up
for scrambled egg pan
bloody mary celery
eases sunday to monday
greeting the morning
seven directions calling
days fill in my void
monday means work time mindframe
friday kicks in recklessness
waking and living
picking the food from chaos
can't cut what we use
the wholeness is the whole thing
and orbits are a constant
shot pool at orbitz
kids who were high school stars felt
uncomfortable
with the eight ball that gleaned
the felted path to pocket
snortin' rails and lines
my pockets turn inside out
sharing and it's gone
selfish minds sharing lines last
as long as money's easy
giving way to stars
what you are seeing right now
passed to past long gone
lightning zip zap flash anse
stand right now scream like lupo
superheroes dance
bright colors flash like spent bulbs
old worn underoos
pictures steal souls say old drunks
whose heritage is diseased
[Suzy, Paola, Dave, Raven... in no particular order of participation...poetry is stupid]
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