Temporarily It came and dawned on me, if only temporarily. All those who row along, do so rather merrily. A plan of action, not thought about, but spawned, Talking, one totem pole to another, as I yawned. Triumphantly resume, awash, as teetotaler’s imbibe A passing frenzy, so popular, it pleased a local tribe. Trapped in turmoil, it’s written on a stone, alone With dirt; twenty years since it’s been known. Torturously talking to the ones we left behind, Peeling telltale oranges, leaving just the rind. A twist of fate, or triumph, tell me total lies. The mist behind the tertiary, microscopic eyes.
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 05:29:51 +0000
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