OUTSIDE THE BOX

The only thing making sense
Soles of worn shoes, in full overdue rent

Bishop ants work their sugar hill
Busy bees ponder road side foliage

Sir Cocky Clock steals twelve of twenty four
Roll over seconds hidden galore

Triple rinse swims Mr. Sponge
Careful boy not to drown

From needy knees upward down
Chasing morning dew making rounds

Oh cute clownish, clowing clowns
Love it when ya yell that sound

Howls of a hungry pure breed
Barking city squirrels frolic

Cats meow like pure hell
At the sight of two percent



Copyright, Nathaniel London 2013
All rights reserved by author 2013



Poetry by France England
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Written on 2013-01-24 at 22:25

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Oh, very real and intense. Another angle with which to approach living outside the box. If you would, visit my one on the same theme, "chasing after boxed-in dreams" at http://poetbay.com/viewText.php?textId=86751 Cheers.
2013-01-24