Saturday, August 25, 2007

Ode to Sanity(?)

With the grain, they run
step by step, I can
but take heed.

Whom
do they seek the attention of?

For along the way,
there are but dirty rags,
hung out to dry.
The befouled zephyr
applying layers anew.

They are
sodden with angst,
drenched in worry.

Pay no attention!
Paths
will be etched for eternity.
And when R. arrives,
may he be recollection alone.

So tread carefully,
lest we forget the senseless and vapid, and the mentalities that they betroth.


Posted by jason @ 11:03 AM 1 letter(s) to the editor

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