"Rhapsodical Dimes' Rhymes"
A kangaroo hops and stops at the local Stop N' Shop to get a bite to eat.
With its gigantic feet it picks up a rhythmical beat.
The holes it makes have no bottoms.
A blank railroad sign has no play in times' rhymes.
A half empty drunk bottle of burgundy wine is stuck in a rhyme of time.
Flickering flame of a moth's rhyme in time isn't worth a dime in a telephone line.
The flame is lost to the wind's time.
Everything in the world will turn good and fine.
To ripen with songs' rhyme.
In heavens sharpened and shut out designs.
As it stands on two of its four legs hinds.
The local ventriloquist will throw his voice in an echo down the canyon.
The trains will come and go, speed and slow.
When they reach it and the blank silent, sign that says nothing.
It will lift up and around as the town's ladies bend down and show
cleavage all over town.
Many grafters reach for roofs' beam's rafters.
True, I spoke as I saw the world fall.
Nobody will give me a telephone call.
By Jonathan Billet -06-18-2015
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