Talking Ink Tongues

pray, tell

There’s a pretty way to spell out

my long sentence.

If random luck holds out perhaps

The power, like lightning

stabbing down my stance,

I’ll light up  dark dancing,

X rayed in a cartoon.

Man, I’ll be lit up like a mantle

in a lantern soon.

Windfall clarity should scare me.

Should I flinch when I have  by chance

A unscrambled avalanche

Doled out again  as an hour old

Soulful  pillow  rain,  I’ll likely miss it up front when

The words c c ccome easy

Spilling the spaces.

Suffice to say I ain’t nervous of naked undersurfaces

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.                                                2009