Tuesday 8/08/2006 01:32:00 AM

judiciously we balked
at the freud in
the angle of our words.

easily dismissing
the jung.
feeble as i can
try to be.


in my ire.

soft in my


every finger has
its mark upon the bottle
a bead of sweat to justify

when tomorrow wants to know
what we've done to ourselves

these are our choices.

better. worse.

or only the same.

Anonymous said...

Incredible work.

softermaniac said...

oz, you are the kind of reader every writer should have. be they good, bad or inbetween.

always a pleasure to know you're still there. reading. writing. and whatever else it is you do.

may you always do it this kindly and with as much grace.

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