Wednesday, October 21, 2009


Sweet girls come ‘round
to mend the fabric
In warps and woofs
Of high insight emotion,
Formal admonitions to be kind,

Seductions of lace curtain redemptions.

Rapidly covering blasted terrains
With layers of kind concern
Manufactured in workshops
Of their caring hearts,
Insisting on heirloom value

Of long laid paths.

I suffocate beneath their veils
And have no quarrel
With stark shards
Of broken convention
The harsh atmospheres
Ionized by quarrels and angers.

No need to cover the emptiness
Or costume the desolation
In gaudy colors of denial.
Let the destruction be revealed!
It will emerge regardless
Of frantic attempts
To reweave rotted remnants
Of illusory social fabric.


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