Dialogue Always Calls Collect

Inside voice said to outside voice
Poke a hole through sky
Because you can
Send rockets on ribbons
Flossing clouds with consonant
Vowely jowls chomping
Chunks of cloud on gangly fang
Sun dripping off the chops
Rain and other accomplishments

Outside voice said to inside voice
Cool, my brother
Be cool
I'm voracious and temperamental
But even I know the sky is the limit
Lay low
Like baritone
Rest assured, when the time comes
I will clobber through walls
Pulse across great lakes
And, clamor around pots with a wooden spoon
But, be cool
Be cool
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7.7.09

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