Plastic Things

Plastic is not all bag.
I saw a flick.
After a bic…
The plastic bag,
Floated.
To poetry.
It’s gone now.
The bag.
The flick
But not
The bic….

Silence claimed my mind
Cerulean became the sky
Hazel became the color that fled right from my eyes
Green were the leaves that fell beneath the trees
What a lovely time
To see a happy buzzy bee

~
Bangle jangle
Strings of Mitra beads
Ankle-length sheath

Suzanna Hoffs
Painted lips
Shifting hips

Testing the poisons
Of her dance steps
Directly into the camera
~

Can you Hear ME?

.to touch a “soul”, of conscience.
.one, must be conscious.
Hence, Ergo, There..FORE!……

never mind

It's Monday, i'm a doctor, and i have to go do some very important business...