a difficult woman
who wants her way
hard to start
long to kindle
and hot to burn
a stranger
entering beds
in the night
with a familiar face
a break
from self
perception
a fat man on the bus
that doesn't have to say move
for you to do it
a lone
red impression
on a white china
mug
eyes
that breakdown
the inevitable
with picks of unbelief
the rising of the sun
at dusk
claiming and reigning
as queen of the sky
or maybe...
pockets of platitudes
that jingle
when we walk
Friday, February 24, 2006
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