i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.

Monday, March 8, 2010

my lunchbag was full

when i left home this morning,
when i got home this evening:
i was too busy at work to eat.
so when i unzipped that magic treasure
and saw one plastic box filled with chips,
potato chips,
salt salt salt,
and one plastic box filled with a soft green medal,
a sliced avocado,
a green and black zebra like sliced avocado,
i dipped the greasy yellow
into the soft forest,
the firmmulticoloredsweettart avocado,
and let the tastes dance on my tongue
before i had the time to sit my pleased ass down
after a busy day at work:

one busy moment chewing potato chips and avocado.

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