Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Poetry on a bar-nap w/ b-man!


Boris & I were at it at Kramer's!

Stately
Refined

Present

My present?

Let's see...

The unwrapping is only a prelude
To what?

Hmmmm


Choices or decisions and feelings observed
by so many who said,
How is she?

Oh, her, well;

I am not the one to ask.

And they see right through me

to the wall that stands at the end of time
While I wait there

Hollow


Fancy meeting you here,
Reflection.

Of me?
Said she...
Or, he?

Mirage or Oasis,

What'll it be?

The hourglass releases its sands to the sea,

Drifting to the bottom

Silt. Still.
Smooth as glass,

Reflected
In you,
I am

We

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