"Lighting A Match"
Imagine if there was no news but cartoons and comedies.
Loss of s{p}in doctors on the t.v., radio, and newspapers' press.
Nobody telling you what they think is happening or what the future holds.
Idiotic people would have to talk to themselves about nothing much.
The weather, where to go, and what to eat.
She takes a seat.
He picks his nose and gives prayers praise to god He's got anything to eat.
Life is more of a merry-go-round than a roller coaster.
We are spinning upside down.
Right side up.
Long and short.
Big and tall.
Yet, nothing at all.
A rubber's ball is three inches small.
It's about to explode and fall.
Like a meteorite down from outer space-
to the earth below.
It will put on quite a glowing show.
Trying to die in its own rhyme.
Tripping clumsily over the atmosphere's thousands of feet's time.
Cut up and shut up in a sky's tie dye's shirt.
Calling tear drops of rain to drench my apartment's roof.
I'm resting in peace at the head of my bed.
Jon Billet-12/03/15
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