Perfectly Balancing

The entire world is altered slightly
whenever the same thing happens
like how water is purified by melting
like sixes aspire to sevens.

Bourbon neat and sheets a mess
stress relieved with a glass of wishes
arms and legs tired and disheveled
gains are strewn among the losses.

How what the man thought he said
is taken by the woman and placed
in a black top hat holding rabbits
and he interprets that as sexy.

Balance the cream with the coffee stir
the eager up into the patient mix
what’s seen on both sides of the aperture
savor the shell of the perfect egg.


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