Saturday, August 11, 2007


Underglass, all microscopic:
Essence masked in blithe responses
Questions asked, drawn blanks beneath
A thin veneer of make-believe

A quarter-horse run ragged down
Some clustered hive, damned environ
Blueblood quench the red beneath:
Twisted, that serpentine wreath

Sotto voce far-flung point made moot
From fine-wrought banquet-table's foot:
"Somehow the savory scent of your substance
Falls short of redeeming the loss of your trill....."

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