green is great
green is good
green is what I wanted to be
But I met this woman
Well green went the way of was
Her light blinded me
Or I would have been on
The green road headed out of here
But that damn smile
Lassoed me in
I couldn’t wriggle free
I didn’t want to
Oh afterward
Slumped over the table
From the shear weight of not being green
Even though the sun’s shining
I couldn’t see green through all the tears
Wasted on the wooden floor
Plus getting tangled in the
Wrapping paper marriage
Was so damn messy
Which I tried to recycle so many times
Those half-filled green bottles
I’ve been trying to not drink
But the dashed hopes of being green
I suck the rest down
never thought I wouldn’t be green
never imagined anything being any other color
The ungreen imaginings crafting crazy
sucking me dry
Once used to my last drop
I was thrown
Thrown devoid of care in a rubbish heap
By Del Anderson
Del Anderson is in and out of trouble making his way through life, observing people and how they act in everyday situations. He has a useful appreciation of the unsophisticated workings of persons, and their actions as they adapt to their world from their own life experiences. In his poetic practice he recognizes the value of surreal and absurd styles for their straight- forward, simplistic and humorous content- like life itself.
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