Gum on my sole, Gum on my sole, Gum on my soul
But those chickens don’t stop trying to ride my bicycle,
their claws grasping at too-wide
pedals.
Marie sits by herself in her corner.
She sees everything
but allows for nothing to go on
behind her.
That tree next to the big window,
the one with arms trying to grab birds
as they fly by,
I think is full of purple worms .
Sometimes smoky things are up by the
ceiling.
They float and whisper and observe
evil things.
Eating cake with frosting on birthdays
helps.
People cry at the silliest things
just because I wanted to see how far
your chair would push down the hall.
My daughter is coming today,
Something’s are for sure, I think
I don’t know why they keep me here.
Damn gum on my sole.
-Jerry Wendt 2015
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