Wednesday, December 14, 2005
No Sense Pretending
A broken bird hangs from the wire by
a single talon, For about two bucks
even a cripple can
buy him some oxygen. Mother and
son waltz tethered by a plastic tube
and a tank.
The curly-lock girl forgets what she
asked Santa to bring—some voodoo
troll doll to help
with jealous spells. All affection is
affectation—smoke and tacky ticks
reflected in photos.
Short-sighted passion is the fashion.
Big hearts break at the drop of a
soap bubble. The blind
sheep bleat, “Mary, Mary, where are
. . .?” The boys in the dell buy and
sell each other.
a single talon, For about two bucks
even a cripple can
buy him some oxygen. Mother and
son waltz tethered by a plastic tube
and a tank.
The curly-lock girl forgets what she
asked Santa to bring—some voodoo
troll doll to help
with jealous spells. All affection is
affectation—smoke and tacky ticks
reflected in photos.
Short-sighted passion is the fashion.
Big hearts break at the drop of a
soap bubble. The blind
sheep bleat, “Mary, Mary, where are
. . .?” The boys in the dell buy and
sell each other.
# posted by Lar @ 7:05 AM 
