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
Monday, May 4, 2009
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