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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