<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=553880" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Get Up Good</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to get up good, <br>And go to work, easy open sky work, <br>Like the open lips of love-letters: <br>Good easy work, <br>Like being back in preschool and going on<br>Field trips to the<br>Naked galleries in the over spilling <br>Art museum, <br>Inebriate, leggy women- their first explosions<br>Of chartreuse rhapsody, <br>The easy, every day spilling spume, <br>The alarm systems and identical sisters colonnading <br>The rosy earth, and I don’t want to every have<br>To get up again with a tooth ache, <br>With a bend; I don’t want to ever have to skip school<br>Again, <br>With these two legs, or a bicycle to listen to a lion’s<br>Stomach growling all day while watching<br>Cartoons and the trash the housewives are made<br>To watch in stagnant captivation: <br>I want the carnivals of work, under fluttering cerulean <br>Tarps or out in the open sky under the riotous <br>Tracks of slash pines, <br>Giving up into them easy, sluicing words of gusto, <br>Being a gentleman and passing my time, <br>Never having to escape to the other side of the<br>Canal again, <br>Just dreaming of her out in the open, putting it softly<br>To her throat, <br>In a way that should never have to be explained to any<br>Other of my less stranger sort of kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=553880" data-title="Get Up Good de Bret R. Crabrooke" data-description="I want to get up good, And go to work, easy open sky work, Like the open lips of love-letters: Good easy work, Like being back in preschool and going on Field trips to the Naked galleries in the over spilling Art museum, Inebriate, leggy wom..."></div> </div> </div>

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