Choice flaunts its dilemmas. My wager weak under the huff of empty bed linens. Useless buttons and all the machines attached to them. Fussing with a reality all too eager to prove. The weight of nothing.
It stains these clean sheets. while it pisses over the precipice. Convinced there is no bottom.
The descent. In severed fictions. Impossible to measure. Negotiating the numbers. The soiled latches that let us inside this beast. The solemn anthems that yet leave us uneaten. Expecting. Visiting the dead. I try on the glass slipper.
Princes and madmen tricky to differentiate. To care.
A kingdom is still a kingdom either way.
Monday
6/14/2010 01:32:00 AM
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