"Reverse Of The Obverse"
Don't push, pull the indoors outdoors.
Through Eve's Garden where plenty of pot grows.
Where a green turtle with orange spots and yellow polka dots goes.
Nobody seems to know that the world's nations are losing their patience.
And people are drinking pitchers of wine without any hesitations.
To their feeling's sensations.
It pours wine rain.
My ceiling starts to have a stain.
But my body's brain feels no pain.
The moon is half full and makes the world partially sane.
Turning its consequences inane.
We all share the same name.
Like a good crook inside some book that has no decipherable look.
A robbing in the hood - understood?
The store no longer has a front door.
Always stealing nickels and dimes.
Wall Street's ups and downs in the white collar holler.
Call me if you will follow a dollar.
Does it really make any sense?
Is gold dense?
By Jon Billet
12.20.2014
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