Poem posted to my friend Clinton Michael Lown's FB called "WAFFLES"

Beatnik bucolic bubonic, harbinger of sapient wisdom, stilling time enough to paint the lightning into the eternal instant.
Catacomb of succumbing will, despair and the rhythm of their opium eyes, cascaded with smiles absconding my worries into the night.
I became a free man when they put the shackles in my mind. My heart soon followed. I am nothing without approval. Collectivity is a kind of addiction. Pleasure makes fools of us all. But then again not...how much do people love breathing, the prerequisite for most types of pleasure, no?
I enter into the calculus that posits the dreaming lotus wanted to learn to swim so it did just that. Be like the lotus.
Every sleeper must awaken, else die in eternal slumber, that recalls nor beginning nor end...hence I challenge the world to wake up. There's more waffles there.
:p

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