Strawman broke this camel's back;
Humpday water-fetching lad
In druggist-clothes forged false RX:
Buzz unperturbed amongst insects
Thousandeye surveyed the scene:
A-list black-tie go-between;
In chemist-robes' threadbare embrace
Slit earthbound eyes see inner-space
Handshake, tremulous, defied
Clenching diffidence's vise;
In paragon's ruse the entirety clear:
That fallow field near.....
Plowshare-meek cast to the wind:
Dandelions, might-have-beens;
On pariah's tar-blackened and feathered disguise
Burnt rouge falls in flecks from ash-cindery eyes
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Panaceanathema
tags:
poem,
stream of consciousness
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