"Poetry's Hospital Corners"
Puff on your thumb.
Puff on the white clouds.
Suck on your mama's puffy breast.
You know the rest.
Skies fall for a know it all.
Tall is small.
Where everything is nothing in life's waterfall.
Everything is really nothing at all in sheep's clothing.
Wait for hell's ascending health to get to heaven.
Greed is absolute power.
Hunger is a kind of thirst for knowledge.
Any professor can tell you that.
You really didn't know?
How could men be so low.
As it is take life too slow.
In race's heartbreaking paces.
Find decks of cards full of wild aces.
To get to inner space's places.
It shouldn't if it couldn't.
Get away to stay.
In the Globe's Theater play.
During some park's day.
Amaze the raining, grey's haze.
By Jonathan Billet
July Fourteenth, 2015
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