Wednesday, November 30, 2005

the first three (see previous entry)

dogs in the word pound

There are lap dogs and there are dingoes.
dilletantes and Johnny Ringos.
in the spectrum between carnival and war.
poets made and those from breeding.
stubb'd toes and mortal bleeding.
static sparks and those that burn - forevermore.


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frankincense

skin that beggars whim and fantasy
a place to lay plans for conquest
a test of the acrobat, a rope to walk
a hope to chalk to good fortune
in pale skin and raven hair,
fair to my observation
awaiting invocation
by an holy knight
to slide inside and seize her night.


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old friends

you never let me get away with switching teams
it seems
your sense of virtue was well-hammered
in the foundry of competition...
chasing victory as a metaphor
for
life itself, a place to show honor
even when stealing second base.


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1 comments:

Anonymous said...

*smiles* softly I fall...

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