parochial
redundant words
( i am
the wrong way, twisted
backwards
like a necklace on some neck, chain
in front.
you
make a wish.
this is the dream, to find
gold
at the bottom
of this rainbow) and the glitzy
trance
that we desire
is
all gone.
this is the target,
and
the noose.
Sunday, August 22, 2010
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