Monday, March 27, 2006

White Flagged

Red flagged on the nose,
preferably on nights that bears
hug trees.
That philosophical medium.
The character has builded, what?
The cat's "meow"!
My life is not a business. -
Pleaded - to have pleaded no contest.
- To have pleaded no contest:
the law of ideals.
Ideals; without law.
But, if the cat caught your tongue.
Consider the sound of a garbage disposal.
The sound you returned to,
when you bit your tongue.
Ouch.
That hurt.
Like wine drops of courage.
The esoteric of such thought.
Defected, detected of having dreamed it.
I bited.
The pattern of not.
Afforded, and apologized.
I bited.
I bited hard into that apology of thought.
Again, I had bited.
Again, I have bited into the thought of apology.

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