Nineteen HolesA Poem by Kenneth The Poetnineteen holes in every commercial sink drain, as commonplace as the Catholic church or the herpes virus, but the untrained eye only sees, only comprehends, nineteen hole in the shape of a hexagon ready to take away waste water after a pair of human claws has been laundered,
the untrained eyes fail to see the hidden cube within, hidden along the outer edges and along the whole lines crossing the center, six vertices of a hexagon make six vertices with three sides intersecting each time, mimicked by three lines crossing the center point, like an optical illusion found in the midst of youth,
and yet Paul Harvey hasn't told the rest of the story,
nineteen is the difference between eight and twenty-seven, which are two-cubed and three-cubed, a connection beyond the optical illusion, a connection beyond indoor plumbing,
think about that the next time you wash your hands and watch the water slink down the drain © 2011 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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3 Reviews Added on December 7, 2011 Last Updated on December 7, 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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