Monday, January 14, 2008

a dramatic variety of disconnect

Like a pillar of clouds
distantly beacons,
I'll smoke signal
like a burning house
till you come runnin'.

A smogging car
visible on your horizon
(we'll burn oil
each midnight,
till we run cummin');

first comes the ragin',
then comes the ruin,
then comes the
aftermath of broken
hearts a-spewin'.

I'll try so it don't come
to that, do my part and all,
but the prospect's
slim, so come on now,
let's jump into our fall


in fact the sequel to 'a singular excellence' but in spirit not at all the same

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