2 TOES IN THE STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS

vestibule, destitute, constable recluse
nothing is and nothing can
so what's the flippin' use

castigate, masturbate, contrapuntal cause
no room here and less room there
to store that what what was

enchilada, mariachi, dominatrix twins
somewhere, somewhere, maybe nowhere
live the what-have-beens

venerable, scapularic, barometric love
buried deep beneath the past
is what there was above

detrimental, castigation, incidental words
nothing ventured, nor indentured
bones left for the birds

JD Frey--November 10, 2003

 

 


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