Split Like The Red Sea

Split Like The Red Sea

by                            flot 

I ran with poetry American outlaws

Outside the outlaw tribe

Inside the pack of domesticated cats

Inside the block walking the top of the fence

To the south silently approaching

The evolution of a circle’s completion point

Sincerely piled like newspaper starts a pyre

Entirely random

Clean

Straight like white or square or

Sequencing demonstrations of the elephant curiosity

Artfully selecting a parabolic wave

Goodbye and hello

Goodbye and hello

Down the middle of the middle center

Split like the Red Sea

Outta here gone and

Just like the old ways of

Digesting a daze

Of calliope ponies connected to

The circling music cloud floating in

The atmosphere

Of a dizzying carnival of the senses

Stretching to the rubber band’s limit

The glass break s and

Mercury shoots itself

Through the bullet hole opening

Spreading it’s subsequent spurt

Seamlessly into the sea

Of gathered poets

Succinctly soused inside the roadhouse

Nowhere near a library or books piled

Higher than the gloved attendants

Who often culminate in a contradiction of germs

That you just missed hitting straight on

But hey when the floor rises under you

Be prepared to meet the ceiling quickly

Get real flat

As fast as you possibly can

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