Day 17 SUNDAY
National Poetry MOnth
April CharlaX
A typical consumer customer is young family kids mother sometimes the estranged father or the young boyfriend will begin the meal and leave when angry mad they get excited at the things they say
We have strings of violence in our culture violins play not softly in a restaurant it is never completely quiet or at bay they make noise in the kitchen and the diners in the booths make Hey the day is never mine it belongs to all the others all the time the noses of the drunks are bulbous and they puff up the pride of the shothern gentleman as they preen for no real reason just to dine on fancy bread and wind the sky is studded with white clouds and slightly blue above them while rain is always threatening me to come apart from all of this eye try to think my way to freedom and it comes to me a blade of grass how does it grow it was created long ago and it is only a descendent of them all the grass of long ago delivered me just one and told me how its done it is grown with the beginning of a secret and it flourishes for a while and then it dies but not before it shouts eye am a blade of grass
Day 17 SUNDAY
National Poetry MOnth
April CharlaX
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