A fresh piece of paper, the hum of the motor to drive these words, a crack emerging from pants, a bright colored t-shirt loud and fruitful, a rag for cleaning for wiping, loud unadulterated noise, "I hate that little girl". stacks of Teetering CDs, wadded papers, smell of dinner cooking above, fresh vanilla tobacco, Ovation, crates of rudeness, bottled expressions, airless fan, a heart not moving.

These are a few of the things that make life LIFE. QUIT before I take the lead, leave the side of the road as it is, the side; stunned indifference; a fly buzzing round head. A KILLER ON THE ROAD, smell me, for the scent of discernment is upon us!!!!!!!!DING ready? today we leave, tomorrow we lie. FUJI........................ .................... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx .....x.x.x.xx ............ xxxxxxxxxxx.....xxxx...x
noises, incessant noises. CLICK CLICK CLICK. TAP TAP TAP. DING

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You call it background, I call it physicalpoetry. I am the embodyment of life. I am the force behind much of these thoughts. You are a part of the puzzle. YOu are a part of the disease. YOU ARE a parched throat, a papercut on the tongue, a shout down a busy street, a thug waiting to punce, a bug crushed underfoot, YOU ARE ME AND ME ARE YOU...

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Press return.
Press return.
STOP./

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I CAUGHT A RAINDROP

© J. Bernhard

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