Let's begin this day by reciting in our minds the truth that all things point back to the shoe shine man
In a silky smooth summer time blue we see the clouds transcend the possibility of doom
Created in passing the wolves devour whole the dreams dreamt in a dreaming dreamed sky
Calling forth the action that the hallelujah is useless when hell is upon us
And the shiner of shoes with his tools and his blues goes on course to make it out alive
Demanding respect and staying where he's at in spite of everything that is happening
Yes when doomsday wheels spin and turn in anticipation of the end all of being all
The man with the kit to sparkle your sneakers goes on working as if its all there is
In his sad days he see's a moment of clarity and he goes on going on to be what he is
For it is, and so it shall be, amen.
From poems, to short stories, from rants to reviews, from shit to polish, this is the un-edited thought flowing blog so drink up, and be semi-entertained.
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