"Thou Art Me"
Thou art thy sugared coffee and tea to thee.
Like the heavenly skies and the cosmic moonlit sea.
You can hear and see my poetry will make its love for free, lonely for you and me.
Thou art me.
Love grows the tree and leaves fall from some.
Life is an almond's nut.
But it doesn't have a flavored cigarette butt.
I'll light up a smoke as an April Fool's joke.
Just one last toke.
Live and last long like a piece of string that has no end's beginning.
A ringing that has no singing.
Like a singer without a song...
By Jonathan Billet
09.24.2014
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