I work in televised mediums-
televised motion–
And I smell of man.
I stand before Presidents–
you keep watching-
As homemade steam moves your feet.
Posted on October 3rd, 2008 by drevon03
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Before me triplet ladies of color-
All our colors-
Dripping distilled chaos.
Blurred to make their meaning clear.
They watch back with painted mouths,
To painted rhythm, brushed rhyme.
And the middle is almost gone.
I want to smudge them and give them my meaning.
AND I CAN
Posted on October 3rd, 2008 by drevon03
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