We always forget the air traps a little shit
Your sidewalks stagnate without it, and the pit,
sparky and new,
is ancient with soggy sphincters squirting it.
What brown trickles, what blackness--yoinks! how bad
your miserly heavens! And where's yr cheap satanic
core of iron,
damping with dry cloves and turmeric?
We two, dumb-dumb, stay put. Just the once we smell
our feet shrink scientifically, then at dawn
I tossed to you
None of the stay-put heavens. I was brown.
Nah, I was tickled. My blabbering toes smart,
the sidewalks expunge me, flavor me incompletely...
Yet I return
One Dummy floating, so damp and heavenly!
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=177244
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"Teams do not go physically flat, they grow mentally stale." Vince Lombardi
"An individual does come spiritually puffed, and dies fresh on his feet." Erased Vince Lombardi
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