November 09, 2005

odd times

ephemerally slow
life dawdles along
at breakneck pace
without wasting
the time it takes
to smell roses or
hike a waterfall or
say hello to a child
to wit ... in
talking with strangers
(who stranger than i)
currently frowning
social proboscis
wielding political might
weed bee better off
might knot; eh, mate
alter fascist perceptions
one french muslim
at a time when chaos
dwells on the border
of random order
floodgates separate
wheat from chaff
wheat from chaff

lemme howdt

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