Tuesday, July 7, 2009

back in time to rhyme

I am a spray can with a wall of possibilities
I shoot out in all directions and color infinity
With a psychedelic kaleidoscopic of eternal hope
I float through time with my rhyme
I walk backward thru my past lives
And understand there is only one day
One minute one second one small tick of the clock
That’s why I got to rock the spot non-stop
I am swirls of Jackson Pollock paint spilling exploding in a black universe
Streaking light years past the sun I am lost and found in a vortex the ever-drifting dubblex

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