Life! The incarcerated occupation!
Burdened to carry flesh and sentenced
to stow divinities spark behind cave
of bone.

Oh the maintenance! My legs as columns
that support an apartment complex; the
plumbing, the water works, faded windows,
the noisy neighbors!

The furnace burns within summer
The central air within deep of winter.

And from the attic is all to see!
The tended graveyard
The psyche hospital on the corner of
Lame and Feeble.

A police department for unruly poets
and the complimentary adjacent court house.

Ah. And the orphanage for unwanted children!

Is my neighborhood
Is my incarcerated occupation

Until my landlord evicts me,
and once again to be a FREED COSMIC SOUL!

:: 08-28-2018 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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