Friday with no Ice Cubes but still fresh, not Fresh Direct. . . Speaking of it, here is some food for your thought and other thoughts. . . Yes, it’s Friday! Finally. And we’ve been fried all week up until this day. My addiction isn’t a secret, addictive from the moment my Heart felt her beats, addicting my Soul all the way. And a POEM at a time, conveying my Faith in POETRY, converting the victims of poetic injustice Monday to Sunday. And if I may, show you the other way. Allow me to infer what you wish to say and not emulate; recalling Marvin Gaye. . . Or Maya Angelou or Langston Hughes, paving your way; if I may.
© Christian D. Koumtog