Friday, April 15, 2011

Untitled # 221

from the beggars banquet
to the bakers weight
around his neck
From the kick in the teeth
to sheer disbelief
jack boots in step
hated for loving
suspicious disapproval
eyes pierce in the gloaming
plans of evil and swift removal

when trials of youth were worthwhile
to try the hats on
from a different style
experiment in predominant
affectations
balance the equation
with a stranger's smile
while days ago they announced
the war at the end of the world
does anything mean anything meaningful anymore?

(the sun burns a hole through the blinds)(unfinished)
a hearse or a fire becomes us all eventually

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