Friday, August 26, 2011

W/O an afterthought

Subjugated by current events.
A postural rhythm played backwards
unconstrained in the lost apertures of a rotten digression.
the copper coins in the dried out fountain now green with oxidation.

A rotten course of history.
Belated and unsatisfactory.
Course actions with little attire.

I have wavered thinly with ambition.
Remarked on high with no optimism.
My wonderment with nature.
cruel and unusual.

laws of nature predate my existence.
laws of man unrelated.

I wish for something bigger.
I know of nothing truer.

Broken but not replaced.
this sultry existence.
past tense. no longer recurring
this dream, that is.

Misstep on coincidence
Shake off the fractions of a half dollar
rewrite the poem
open a new account

Spells unchecked
black magic on stage
last pick on the floor
strawberry flavored cuts on my wrist

a tale that was never told
never sold
not a dime was made that day.

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