here comes the dripping pouring full
of adventure knowing no boundaries and
i stay laden with my oddities forever or
until such time as my eccentricities escape
this frame of referential deference to
the writers of great poetry and books who
sometimes send flowers to the world and
other times send their regrets for the
villainies of humankind – villainies spilling
over into colors shed on playgrounds in houses
and nobody hears the crying they’re all out
under the banners by the loudspeakers telling
all of us they care more than we can manage
within the dripping hues of environmental spillage
emotional situations that tear into listlessness
like empty phrases torn from the pages poured
out like libations to the local priestess of
broken promises

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