Brain a- cidal -flash -framez
Aloe vera petrol soul shakes
Somewhere in a third world country
Children are sleeping
in a crib of snakes
Curling around their mouths
Slithering around their bare bodies

'Seriously, I saw it on the travel channel'

I'm fascinated by what society
deems deformed

The other day

I saw a lady with zillions of warts
All over her face
and her aging body
I knew the name
of the disease
but couldn't think of it
Everyone in the place stared at her

But to me
she was the most beautiful original person
I had seen in a very long time
She held her head high
and had overcome any eyeballs
on the back
Along time before I was breathing
scratching a zit on my neck

the shapes, the hips, the eyes, the expressions
each human gives
tells more then eyes can hear

life is better then TV

Train a - cidal cycle swims in shallow Holes
in the backyard, loud mexicans
At 7 a.m. in your
rented drive way
Awaking u from dreams
To a reality I'd rather forget about

Throwing bricks
in empty dumpsters

a new day is at hand

This poem Copyright 2001 Nicholas Morgan.

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