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~Primus inter pares~
(first among equals)
<>
the risks
the aspirations
the trial and erroring of
outrageous under appreciation

the silence,
the unabashed frustration
of our inability to right express
the exact precision needed to redress the pile of self~unsatisfying drafts
that need the evermore honing, whittling
curettage of accumulated filing
repeated nip and tucking

T his!
makes us all
first amongst equals,
we,
who throw ourselves again and
again, at Henry's urging
"once more into the breach"
we foot soldiers who but toil alone in grande silence until we satisfy our innermost creativity
are all so alike
all of
^firsts^
among
equals
in this grande society of
poetry addiction!
5-31-25
cassie sky Sep 2012
It’s pudding time.

Lose your thoughts
Let down your hair
And your bra
Tap into **the electric grapevine

Let it transform you
Into your truest form
Shed your skin
&
Show off your soul
You don’t have to dance
On a phantom stripper pole
Feel the music, it feels back
The air is getting slippery
Melt with it

Wounded knee?
No reason to flee!
Face your fears,
The free and loving soul
Feels no shame
No shame - less pain,
Guaranteed;
or you're money back
But serenity is free
It's everywhere
Just breathe...

So kiss Mr. Krinkle

Right on the lips
And ******* dance
Cause it's pudding time.
A poem inspired by the ridiculous beauty that is Primus <3   I still can't get over how much they blew my mind when i got to see them play at The Vibes.  I wove in some song titles (one partial) that are in bold print.

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