Thursday, March 3, 2011

Untitled (A Found Poem)

By: Cherie Black

The Zen thing is to maintain
a stud style, gently
each day. Nothing nice
and civilized but platinum,
ready to brake (to a halt)
when the occasion calls for it.

Some have tried to rotate
and serve the people
with a security blanket or toy,
but the result has always
been disturbing, like sharing
the same underwear.

So I say break away
from your favorite brand
of teething, strap
conventional fashion in the rear
seat and propel yourself
with a jolt to the nicely shaped,
strangely abstracted, strong tea
of special advantages.

Don’t be quick, eager
and rowdy, putting up road blocks;
instead, decelerate the frazzled
and stressed and accelerate
the important details. Granted,
this is a dubious honor, but it is
the best way for attaining
a fine friend.

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