Thursday, September 10, 2009

April's Fool...

agitates   
those most loved
illiterate of boundaries
holding up Heart
-or so he tries-
like a beacon
of an organ
complicated
for relating 

(backfires bursting-
Semantic Trains of Language:

Platonic Strain... 
Breaks
Squealing
he's
fumbling for words
at the pace
of something fleeing 

supposedly drama
not as in Art 
but cliché
describes 
what I said 
on my birthday...

the Christian is a freak: 
in my world 
she is 'sister'

that night 
she was a best friend
receding

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