Thursday, July 15, 2010


Couldn't think of a post today.  So you will be treated to...that's poetry!
The cipher I cannot break
What is felt but unseen
A thousand years of lichens 
Grown cold and crusted over
This case of rust
Try to laser it away
Still it remains

Metamorphosis unbridled
For the eternal passenger
Collocation and continuation
With no active role
Urban dirt baked in solar heat
The color of cinnamon
The smell of salt and oil

Mushroom clouds loom
Somewhere in mental backwater
Can't fight it
The future does not need me

Ok, you've suffered enough.

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