Monday, April 9, 2012


Often at night I am visited by Rick Moranis
In the back of my mind where the laundry is
News fit for a queen as planets revolve
And my past selves convalesce maybe
Too readily I discuss by way of introduction
To a kiss the many months I've undressed
Fending off my less-than-calculated risks
For an idea whose tongue has come
To resist the rest of a night's supply of
Growth amid shadows that multiply
Behind every mire an imagined bliss
The books on my shelves have seen
Best to keep just out of my reach

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