Friday, January 26, 2007
across that straggly telephone line
wires warping my soul
or just human blood flow?
emptiness stretches a yawning
there yet un-tangible.
And I shall go my way from
Here.
Red, Green, Yellow
in-junction.
flocks of conformity
diverge to only return
for continuity? (or square one?)
denial is escape.
Face up.
Hello stranger.
Like before.
Would you like to walk life's winding road-
un moment à se rappeler
. a moment to remember.
