Saturday, September 07, 2013


It lets go its tiptoes . and this reality's heels . peal with multi-textured echoes . and the thud of much . delayed rhymes, The newsprint for an instant . reminds the previous day of a stray . bit of conversation, It had when . a leggy bug leaped from the screen to run . underfoot, I've been told too many . times how they multiply, These coincidental rumblings . whenever you've stumbled . onto a path to take you . home, I still haven't . recognized where it is . I'm going, With the television on . and all those sounds bouncing in . from the window, It gets harder to find . certain steps signaled through the noise, I've found none . of it's noise.
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