In The WaterA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
A chunk of space junk
crashed through my bedroom window at speeds magnitudes less than how light and sound travel some time in the very recent past, like last night or some other colloquialism that means a little while ago, and I saw a tall drink of water tell me that hydrogen and oxygen are illusions that the chemical pushers are trying to sell to the world at large for the bargain basement price that are their precious nerve cells, and then I suddenly woke up seeing and wondering why a tube of toothpaste with cartoon hands and feet was singing a song by the Dave Matthews Band at the foot of my king-sized bed. There must be something in the water. © 2011 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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6 Reviews Added on September 12, 2011 Last Updated on September 12, 2011 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more.. |

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