Wednesday, October 21, 2009

stray thought

Isn't it strange how things can move?
when bright circle ensnare them and
aromas have fragrant colors

euphemisms disappoint me
just like faux
jut like a lot of other things

shadow breaks pictures
real or caught in time
and red bricks painted white toughen the skin

flowy dresses and cobblestone
with yellow fire hydrants
and lonely people

clamoring thoughts and the shuffle of chess
light and dark mingle
one without the other

long hair, and even longer grass
makes for a long afternoon

dreamy dissonance and french music
makes for paradise lost

swirling endlessly
from nothing
to nothing

existence,
life coffee

good but when it's done
it's done.

green leaves and overcoats
with holes in the pockets
and colorful socks

long after life
slurs will last longer and sighs will be heavier
than before


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