Wednesday, August 08, 2007



The sludge meanders,
an old man trapped in


Chronically wretched. A
cat with no tail.

Ignorance fuels a further
criticizing of what’s not
to be recognized. Though there’s been several
hundred years of growth, the weak
still try to harness their hate. They’re like

yelping wolf pups with no bite,

the rabies never set in.


I look towards the new moon for a reminiscent figure, the one that
crouched, for a little while, in tiny soupspoon. A lone harp strummer

amongst the alligators and crocodiles. A
fawn trapped, bloodied, in the Everglades.

the sweetest smile of a random lady,
or better yet,
the forgotten woman of everyday dreams.


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