October 9, 2008
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ramblings…
It is time
fast paced or slow
in which
the gravity of experience
is individually prioritized
scales of quality
breathe self awareness
Spoken of, in and to
vide mediums of interpret
in their language
hushed tones of mystique
spawning privilege
for those better informed
or bohemian chaos
stoking bewilderments froth
blown away…in cheers
by limiting grasp
in articulation, confusion, insensitivity
or the sulk of non-motivation
and luck of circumstance
of wave functions
to-n-fro mood swings…tidal
between perceptual opposites
clandestine lovers
playing a game
of stolen kisses
dark and light
simple and complex
twine untwine
in and out
of bit parts ordained
by a history
each chooses to remember
roles…on realities stage
or in dreams
of orgasmic nows
I/We seek it
for pleasures
amidst…this life’s pains
and in now
for who knows of another
tomorrow
it feels…so distant
heavens a promise too far
perhaps hell
is the quickie…available…succulent
and on call…
