untitled poem #51

marinate my beard

shoot me in my heart

slice my chest open

rob my shadow,

 

I thought on the back

of the bike

in the middle of the intersection

blinded by shining

white

yellow

red

and blue

lights.

 

i wonder if you taste

like kumquat tea?

 

put me in a talking wheelchair

equipped with intellectual

brilliance

so i can figure out

what you’re thinking about

and

as an added bonus,

know more about black holes.

(believe me, you’d be thankful.)

 

-JDR-

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jonathandeanrichie

Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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