SENSATIONAL DISBELIEF

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JOURNAL # 40

to marvel
is
to me
a one winged butterfly
we think we see what we see
but do we really
beauty for one
is revulsion for another
merry go rounds go nowhere
but still we love them
rat traps in the head
all of it
but still
as an adult
even today
I marvel
at a rainbow on
a dirty sidewalk
so slap this idea
out of my head
I dare you
by calling me Idealistic
cause actually I'm just practical
looking a little more to the positive
opting for my strange slant to rant
a peep show if you will
for paranoid conformists..................
(March 17, 2011 656pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this poem is what happens when you have too much free time on your hands. So, anyone need their garage cleaned out? ( kidding just kidding!)

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