Saturday, June 14, 2008

The Devil Makes a Call

Losing teeth:
They fall out, slapstick-like
A romantic comedy- ridiculous


Run
Each step slower than the last
Until fatigue
Fastens us


Dreaming
Without desire
Or mind
Or other useless baggage


The fine print disappears
Like so many other things:
Taut skin,
Flat belly,
Hair,
Friends,

unlimited future.

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