*only the last man alive will have tranquility <br />and then go mad <br /> <br />*discussing prose with a cat will leave you writing poetry <br /> <br />*i refuse to laugh at an elephant who cowers from the rat in the same cartoon as a grown woman sinks a boat over a spider <br /> <br />*some people must chew the bitter salad of life s hatred for the living. your life will eventually kill you, some are less patient and quicken the gears with signals <br /> <br />* would a princess still be beautiful even in a world devoid of flowers? <br /> <br />* when you make your heart a pet shop, you fill it with love and its collateral stink and linger <br /> <br />* cancer slid to my dreams on a rainbow. in the morning you chewed blue dahlias noisily at my bedside and screamed *BIRTH* in my ear <br />was i born then?<br /><br />Luke J. Holt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maxims-64-71/
