To look at anything straight
With any degree of honesty
Is to be mad
Divorced of context
Nothing can withstand such scrutiny
Consider: The incivility of mirrors
The angularity of time
The power of snow
The justice of loneliness
The insularity of caution
The risk of daylight
The tenure of confidence
The intricacy of breath
The honor of mendacity
There are times I rage, times I tremble
Sometimes it's time to go up on the bridge and blow your horn
I couldn't shoot down a mad dog in the middle of the street
Random scribblings -- poems, song lyrics, novel excerpts, maybe a short story a time or two, possibly even a drawing once in a while, an occasional rant -- from the last 25 years or so, with no claim made for their merit or value, simply a demonstration of their existence.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Patti
Dance the dance
Trance the trance
Trance the dance
Dance the trance
Host the host
Ghost the ghost
Ghost the host
Host the ghost
Play the play
Gray the gray
Gray the play
Play the gray
Time the time
Rhyme the rhyme
Time the rhyme
Rhyme the time
Eye the eye
Why the why
I the I
Eye the why
Why the I
I the why
I the eye
Why the eye
Eye the I
Overcome
Come over
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