Got, swallowing spurious 
chucks of spotlights to choke on.
A golden casket, yawning
prominence, port of then rides!
Tripping channels like waves, your
servings: words gullible full
say and not say, drowning in
in a wild sizzle that burst.
Got, conjuring certainty
with prays on Fridays, drinking
on credit, flicking a lung
aside a curtain, Always
hustles for platinum chains:
a diamond in a watch tells
time better, chicken wings and
chicken things, quick wicker sight
cruising down Broadway, Park Place
a Lexus teething gold rims.
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COCOYEA 
That is sensationally wonderful, Cocoyea. “conjuring certainty with prays on Fridays,” There is so many half rhymes and cross connections through the poem, it’s a convolution.
Thanks, I actually stuck to a rule, 7 syllables 18 lines. It was fun.
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wow this is great! i can hear it as a rap in one of your songs!! please do record it so we can hear it! what a treat to read this on a break from other computer work!
Thanks
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and i love you reading widget–i need to make one! so much to do and learn in this life, eh?
And so little time.
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Reading this is like sherbet on my tongue, or watching firecrackers go off.
Sherbet and firecrackers–Awesome!
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