I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
May 28, 2011
blues, truths and America...thank you Gil Scott-Heron...
in a jar...
poet pugilist insists that we listen that we hear where the words are
canned banned where tanned skin leaks souls to keep the Sun burning leaps manned soil, leaf, tree and creep ears only listen with my eyes closed man...
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