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Monday, May 16, 2005

Persistence of Expectation

The dark quietness numbs my ears
as you knock patiently in my head
A stranger I know, thirsty
calling me out by name
I refuse to listen.
No-
I beg my little angels and demons
to forbid me from listening
and hide me in silence instead
But you keep knocking
as one would offer a prince
his best drink
Until,
with ease
and without little hands and tails
on wings that hold me,
I come out
and open the door for you,
a prince with a glass of tears.

-russ-

Posted by inktrip at 4:14 PM

Thursday, May 05, 2005

non-taciturnity

time, too
has decided
that a sudden flush
of trickling dams
be
made known
through
single interjections
done by words
that
could
mean
in all entirety:
a mere synonym of
joy.
and now
having
heard
of all the immense
possibilities
that
dictionaries
and
encyclopedias may tend
to bestow you,
i find
that
there really
is little
profundity
in the concept of genius.
it is but a
synonym
of drugged-up
and garrulous.

-pat (http://pat.pixelled.com)

Posted by inktrip at 4:01 PM