Friday 2/08/2008 12:38:00 AM

The demon was busy with feeling up barbie dolls. Plastic tits were his favorite kind. The ladder was obvious. More obvious than he could stand. As thirsty as any nightmare has ever been. Tiny microscopes examining huge assholes.

If you're looking for proof I'm not it.

The liars she knew were good ones. Chessboards of skin imaginging the king trapped. Moving forward seems such a deep concession knowing how far back this goes.

I could cheat the rabbit. Alllow it to win the race. Maybe I already have. Exchanged epiphanies with that wolf. Debated what it takes to blow this house down. And decided it isn't worth it.

2 comments:
Poetmeister said...

Here I am from Shell's blog. I must be honest with you; it's difficult to know how to comment to your poems/writings. All your entries are so unique and provoke many feelings that hark back to earlier years of my life. I can say I'm fascinated by what you think of to write about. There's so much truth to what you write and the dichotomies you present make me go, "wow!" in wonder! I shall be returning from time to time. Thank you for your honesty which is so rare today. And, I wish you peace of mind.

Poetmeister...on the road to Parnassus

ap said...

thanx for your candor.

i am aware that my mandess is not easily addressable for others and appreciate you making the effort.



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