As I grow in age I become less tolerent thank God!


Protected Hands

Tonight the chair chaffed my cheeks.
I wriggled my adipose tissues
As far as I was able
But just couldn't button down those thighs.

So I took off as usual to my local place
An ace of spades club
Where faces fit diametrically
Then relax.

Tonight the air was warm
With revolution remembrances
Never forgotten
Yet
Aching to be remembered.

I knew as I left my bed today
The air was different somehow
And knew in a blinkered eye
Our histories do precede us...
I mean we have seen it all before.
From one slant or another.
We are sure to continue blindly
Our passages from bad to worse.
I think we were given our given curses that
We're supposed to rise above.

Pass me quick those thick gloves
I need to protect my hands
As you know
They both contain
Our very special lifelines.



Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-04-26 at 03:31

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Jehrico
To be polyvalent in the world of given curses one must learn to sneak underneath them as well. There's no fair play with given curses. Ditto for aquired curses, profane and profound curses.
Curses, it's Nick again. :-)
2008-04-26