Thursday, April 16, 2009

Poem a Day, April 16

April 16, 2009





fragments


. . . because thoughts ride breath
and the rattle keeps her quiet

. . . why blue? the dress hugs
her hips so seductively . . .

life . . . a house of cards
in a stiff breeze, built on
a teeter-totter . . .

so little logic . . . simply a mind
buried in media fragments



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