Adjustment is everything.
Tinker with the knobs
every day of your life.
Turn a gradient to the left.
A delicate shade of west
in your lovely fingers.
Look: the sun is coming up
late. You can redial
night. Keep the stars
exploding forever.
Poems like this will have a nice cumulative effect in a collection. This one relieves the angst and tension of some earlier postings. It balances the despair. Both kinds together will really work well
Thanks, Steve.
On Friday, August 15, 2014, john mann poems wrote:
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