i could talk
but could not be heard
for the white flour clogging my veins
my face is caked cake with no sugar or dreams
old man rivers a barking dog to change the schedule by an hour
or an entire history of mirrors broken and so submerged sisyphus
you may follow or just take a picture or write a poem make a choice so
as a king i think this is it

#396. recovery act

September 29, 2010

exhausted
by others’ search
for black and white
truth i reach for facts
hidden deep beneath market
driven emotions disguised as patriotism

i breath deeply
extend both hands
smile at my neighbor

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