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Chicagoetry: My Mind is Like a RhododendronMy Mind is Like a Rhododendron Let me be candid: That's the thing of it. My mind is like a rhododendron: the rhododendron in the room. It is not God. Sometimes my mind is myself, of pain, waiting Beer, ladies, gaeity. Jesus! Anything but the dreariness This is America and I want to be free. So the elephant, wait, Bacon fat and buttermilk, comfort, joy. Like an azalea that contains America! It is not God. Mind: like a lavender love the ladies, Mind: like a sienna Saturn Five, the I do wish to enjoy life I want to be free. - J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress. - More Tindall: * Chicagoetry: The Book * Ready To Rock: The Music * Kindled Tindall: The Novel Posted on May 31, 2012 |
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