Enter Platonic Man

by Rawclyde !

Twirling like a po’ boy’s yo-yo

Like a holy dime

Like two friends are supposed to rhyme

Is Platonic Man too late?

The woman knows pain too well

Pure beauty & truth took a bullet

A po’ boy needs a second chance

But will he get it?

Probably not

Po’ boys never get a second chance

Unless a miracle occurs & the moment is right &

All the signs are brilliantly bright

Woe is ye & woe is me

Are creeps forever

Are two friends never

Is it too late for Platonic Man?

The stars are swirling

The sky is unfurling

Swear to God I can’t do anything right

Twirling twirling

Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016

On The Tip Of Your Nose

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It’s pretty damn obvious to me

The favorite rest stop of the universe

Is right on the tip of your nose

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Your particular nose

The one on yo’ face

I hope it’s no burden being informed of

This particular miracle & happenstance with which

We all must live ~ that the favorite rest stop

Of the entire universe

Is not on anybody else’s nose but yours

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I’ll leave you alone

I won’t harp on it

I’m shore there are other matters

You must focus on besides

The tip of your own

beautiful

nose

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Yours truly

Rawclyde

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(Art by Lhianne & Genzoman)

Breaking Bread

by Elvis Bojangles

Here we sit

At table

Drinking coffee

Talking & chuckling

You

Your muse

&

I

Every once in a while

I get up

Replenish

The cups

At first I think

Your

Muse

Is me

Then I think

The inspiring entity

Only looks

Like me

Then I realize

The indescribable might not even be

Male or female

But an it

Finally I get up again

Refill the cups again

We all continue

Talking & giggling

&

We

Break

Bread

Text Copyright Clyde Collins 2016

Adam/Eve image by Cretu Andreas

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