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The Dust Bunny Wiggle

Poetry By: DLCannon
Poetry



taken from my book, "Taking Our Sweet Little Time"


Submitted:Nov 13, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


The Dust Bunny Wiggle

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Pickin' my face

Itching the hair I don't have

Thee idea that I could laugh

Is all thee ideas I should have

In my twisted brain

The help I receive to heal it

Just seems to go away

I don't want a dancing potato

__to walk away from me

But I won't be scraping off my skin

__for nothin'

I want to see my head

Just plain roll right off of my shoulders

In a plainly bizarre fashion

Yet

__when I walk away from myself

And tell it to myself

That "no piece of starch is gonna

__bust a funny move in front of me!"

I can only hear myself giggle

Chuckles in the back of my mind

When I am told to wander my way

Back from being lost in the fog

I will arrive with a stain of lust

Smeared all around my heart

As the tanbark rains from above

As if straight out of nowhere

I will know how many staplers

Are going to march on by

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10-31-'13 #4

D. L. Cannon





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