Four walls and a register ....
That never fails to show me...
it's inner most parts
Tis truly a wondrous form of captivation
I cannot remember all of their names - but ..
A few were Abraham, Benjamin, and George
They never can change because within themselves they have it all
I'm Flawless because I've never lost it all
While names in history are a dictatorial diction of imperishable moments
That sprawl through life's tapestry
My moments are INCATCHABLELY ...
Filled with creation
Mythically composed and forever fashionable
I enjoy mythical words and orchestrating them to twirl against the world
These are the toys of my flawless emancipation proclamation
I make poems about the DIGRESSION of others
I lay out in the fields of humid Alabama meditating away past aggressions
I am Flawless
While I am confined by four walls
Talking with figments of Abe from 9 to 5
My inner most life is filled
To the brim