The whole project, the whole concept
laughed out loud, rolled on the floor laughing
and clapped thunder blasts from fist;
pounded table after table understanding,
physics is everywhere they said,
physical never tears down the walls
or scams that fine dining shine of prime
gone whistling through the shallows.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 564
Cycle 10
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.