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Chancellor Dreams

Poetry By: julistar

what i think about when i am running is a melee of thoughts and impressions of the day, the place, what i am feeling

Submitted:Jun 10, 2008    Reads: 179    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   

i roll my neck

thinking of the end

watching her swift pace

making her bottom march

in a tumbling raucous way


he inches forward past me

his carves taut

sweat beads line his breathless

"good afternoon"


green parrots and fuzzy brown squirrels

white snake inching along someone's fence

a dog, a pet, a threat

i cross the road


the poui have gone

dead trees remain

the scandalous pink haze of some new flower

at the exodus point


breathe, puff, puff, pant

not too loud

people will thinking you dying

when u just a beginner


have twenty more minutes of this

i'll run down this time

taste the air

cool, flowery with stewed beans


Port of Spain lifts her skirt

the savannah is awash with green

her garter of cars running round

the blush of her honey golden thighs

in the hills beyond


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