your definition
is defined by the sputterng
sopwith f-1 camel engine
and your destiny
flounders in the
embers of the opium den
your hands grabbing
at the smoke
drifting by in
illuminating moments
icicles for sale
on a warm morning
the exit sign glows
nothing is ever
what it seems to be
oh say can
you see
Sunday, March 20, 2011
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