For the EGO, or "august, maybe september"
just a reply and I didn't realize how
wounded I'd become over these months
of looking into the sun -- makes me feel
a bit color blind for want of shades
of difference. I've been spinning and
spinning revolutions endless until
I forget to fall. My own orbit
re-begun in that instant as the
light plays out its game touching
all it can before (and after) the
night comes. Still I twirl and spin
and forget my revolutions forget all this
until lack of fire things do get dark
too dark to see -- and I touch my
toes my nose that I can't perceive in
the blackness, and start backwards
in an homage to Venus after all this
warring of souls and unfulfilled desires
I start again because I can, because
these feet and legs are strong enough
to carry me through the overlap.
The final days of double deuce (Inspired by Flynn)
will there still be days
of rambling karaoke challenge
squealing out Madonna to a queeny
"you go bitch!" response?
Def Leppard was headbanging
to the Pices beat of "Dazed and Confused"
who is secretly worried about his
twenty-seventh year...the end of the rock star
far too near
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once the big three hits in
and my brother a big 2-5
will it seem unreal,
will i say,
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>?
I don't know
