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December 21, 2005
hanging lights
living in the cuckoos nest
with a
jeckel and hyde
handling the paperwork
everything started
with a broken record, doddering
tranquilo, it scratched along
for a week or so
but then
gratuities
sparked a flickering bulb
an emulsion of illusions
lining a dark cloud
in a cracked mind
torrid dialog
in the echo chamber
commenced
turning the masthead
towards the ocean floor
good intentions
are often recieved
and mangled
like the pooling
of a human stain
we often ask for nothing
and find ourselves
stripped bare
bandaging our best intentions
with a cloth
mistaken for a cloak
by those
whose eyes reflect
nothing
a short distance
from the scene
I face a titian fixture
sliding methodically
beneath a sheath of sea
for a moment
for a lifetime
such elegance of solitude
washes the slate
the unexpected treasons
away
Posted by Drexler at December 21, 2005 02:16 PM