Tuesday, April 20, 2010

We scheme,
demean,
i find
you blind,
too light-

in time,
we'll die.

We drink,
can't think
and sink
into an altered state.

Float up in bubbles
of yayity,
gaiety,
to our unquestioned deity
until we pop and bloom
and wilt, slowly
we descend-
i immerse my body

in gloom.

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