david jewell poet

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balderdash

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balderdash horatio jitters out front dancing to the raindrops.

every second syllable is like some leggy filly full of spice and vinegar.

i step out into the moonlight and the howling begins before i’m even thinking.

neighbors close their windows and disconnect thier phones, oh wait, they can’t do that anymore.

the century is changing color like a clear glass of water with a new drop of red ink every 5 minutes.

the trees look sleepy and peaceful wearing the misty morning but they live so long what would i know.

finally something and then something else but once again it is only the beginning of the mystery.

dj
3-27-14

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