Poet’s Note: So I have this White Board hanging around my room, on which I write my weekly schedules on (things to write, errands, house tasks etc.) but dirt is picking up on it and I thought yeaaaahhh… maybe it’s time for me to clean it up but days passed and weeks and months, I was literally delaying cleaning it, until I dreamt about wiping it off two nights ago. So yesterday, I cleaned it because, well yes, that’s what an adult should do, right? (or maybe not, who cares?!) and as I was wiping it with acetone and the permanent ink on it bleeds, I somehow rhymed (the result was a free verse though) and I wrote on it AGAIN! and this was the result. I hope you like it. 🙂
This white board is cleaner than usual;
Free from all the grimes & earth of yesterday
Two years of dirt, gone away
How can I be as clean as this slate?
How to forget 2 years with just plain cloth & drain?
Until you write on words again;
This will remain pure & white
But since I wrote now it’s  now back to its gruesome past
So maybe I don’t want to be as clean as this slate
Probably those 2 years were good
And for sure;
I want to still vomit words
To, just at least, color my TRItone worldÂ
-03/17/2015
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