First, I must accept
I have something to see,
then I can see it.
First, I must accept
I have something to hear,
then I can hear it.
First, I must accept
I have my own path,
then I can find it.
First, I must accept
I have my own way,
then I can follow it.
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Nolo Contendere
When there is no internet.
All that remains is this white
Page in a white society
Where there is no land line
Any call meets no sound
Not even a dead dial tone
When rain saturates the electric
Wires, a cop comes banging
On the door at 1 am
Because the dead line
Automatically dialed 911
[Disposable Poem October 27, 2009]
Dr. Mike
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