deep thoughts

Just another weblog


Play me
Like a baliset
Or a lyre of Apollo
Eat with me Petals of roses
Or the meat of dead beasts
Drink coffee
Dance like a dervish
Waltz around the clock
Time has no meaning
Nor do these words
Thrown together for no affect
Minced like meat
For the pie of imagination
In such a way that is not even pleasing
Jarring like an open door
Wind whistling down the hall
Echoing the hollowness of these lines on a page


September 21, 2005 - Posted by | Uncategorized

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