Saturday, June 16, 2007


On the day outside my mind,
rides like wind flies and trains of inconsequence trade themselves for thoughts as I wish for more than I can have or hold or even use in this world gone mad as a hatter,

In a world where anything can un happen, can re happen, can happen more or less with consequences and all the trimmings,
While we (you and I) still stay in a quandary, at a loss,
Up in the air like a coin star-crossed, our minds flipping, tripping

at all the evil dripping from the last bomb tossed.

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