my poetry lives,
buried,
a buried treasure like those ice cream bars of the same name
buried treasure,
how many licks does it take to uncover it?
(they were my favorite, orange and vanilla delicious)
how many licks does it take?
blows,
to the ego
and self,
sweet sensations,
sticky fingers,
what will you do when you get to the treasure?
save the stick
wash off the stickiness
put it with your collection
or will you discover
all the delicious licks
was really the treasure
and the plastic stick
just a lure
of anticipation
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
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