Beat

Found Poem, Pantoum, Photo/Poem, Photographs 1 Minute 
My mind is a pocketful of loose change
Dirt in the fuel line, cabbage growing in my ears
What is freedom and to whom does it belong?
I don’t trust my skills wrangling unrelated stimuli,
Emancipating myself from the flypaper of bogus philosophies
Yet at the gas station of love I get the self-service pump

My mind is a pocketful of loose change
Dirt in the fuel line, cabbage growing in my ears
What is freedom and to whom does it belong?
I don’t trust my skills wrangling unrelated stimuli,

Dirt in the fuel line, cabbage growing in my ears
Emancipating myself from the flypaper of bogus philosophies  
I don’t trust my skills wrangling unrelated stimuli,
Yet at the gas station of love I get the self-service pump

Emancipating myself from the flypaper of bogus philosophies
What is freedom and to whom does it belong?
Yet at the gas station of love I get the self-service pump
My mind is a pocketful of loose change
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Published by davestankowicz

Dave Stankowicz is a retired educator who lives on an island off the coast of Portland, Maine with his wife Debbie Jordan and their dog Cody. Liberated from the responsibilities of teaching he has found the space and time to pursue so much that interests him. Dave is the former host of the WMPG radio show Palm Wine Radio, and currently hosts Next To Silence - an hour long show that explores different themes, genres, artists and record labels. Next to Silence can be streamed live on Peaks Island Radio at https://peaksislandradio.com on Mondays and Fridays @ 7:00 PM EDT, and Tuesdays @noon. You can also stream archived shows at his site (category: next to silence) He continues his lifelong efforts to master space and time.

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