Saturday, March 16, 2013

A Methodical New Horizon

Freelance orthodonture,
brontosaurus breakdancer,
telephone wire space habitable.
And here we are yet again
a dingy bubble of a time
ensconced in all what you would like
to be wishes come true
onto a forlorn past.
A fog horn breathes in and out
wakes a spirit turtle
dancers on the ridge
of humpback waves
winning trophies
and melodramatic
disarmament rapture.

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