Faithful Yellow Tablets
Updated on December 8, 2009
Faithful Yellow Tablets.
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Old faithful yellow tablet
My drug of choice...
a perscription pad
for when I'm feeling
Just write.
No binders coiled to
shred my fine edge
just preforations
in my soul
ripped free.
Wide ruled, I rule
its achers
of canary and blues,
where I plant seeds of hopes
and bury my depression.
It is my
rectangled paint box
thoughts leap here
in bold splashes,
walking across its thin lines,
like acrobats on tight ropes
balancing each syncopated step.
A brush sweeping litter-a-ture
each word stroked in hopeful arrays
to tempt the readers eye.
Any old instrument will do,
ball points roll in dizzying loops
spinning a mixture
of alphabet soup.
Pencils stencil duplicates
of what the soul has rendered
in endless leadaches
and that sweet perforated edge.
allows me to censor,
any wasted efforts penned,
crumpled like forgotten dreams
into a buket of whatevers.
50 fresh spaces await my
brain storms reigning
the pigments of my imagination
over this dull yellow backdrop
of pulp and dreams.
©-MFB III