Green tea stains everything
on the pages,
it makes the words
hazy.
|turns,
the cursive into jumbalia,
puts grace into my mispelings. because
the poems
make more sense when you can't read
them.
almost
makes you want to read them more, that way
so you drink recklessly.
hand-crafted mug, pottery - sip splash.
your new medium, Green Tea Poetry
algorithms, presidential debates, science fiction.
We are the creationists, the writers, the leaf pickers.
the blue
lines,
on the page are melting.
no more blue collars.
around my neckline.
no more order. no mas.
Solemente liberdad. Green Tea stains.
everything.
Andrew Tipton
Monday, May 21, 2012
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