Sunday, May 10, 2009

Stringed pulse, wake pools, cut the grease and breathe


Vacantly amused by the crossroads

captivated meglomanic sycophantasia

elaborate hall of mirrors echo lead us farther away
each shard of broken glass reflects the light of day

spinning coins and slot machines
seduction and rain
cicadas playing the odds

Exemplary Delineated Squares Cut Precisely

- but what fun is it
to dice an onion
for such a long time?
___________________
divergent tides carry me
inside
to the source
beyond pride and remorse

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