Monday, August 07, 2006

Form, the prejudice. . . A sombrero

The courtesy of shame is no usual
resignation from desire or one's intellect?
The inferior dissapearing act -
of discrimination, gone!
In lonely abandon.
A mosiac of grapes
unchracteristic of a
melting pot.
To suffer the pain of humiliation
not hurt in agony of defeat;
like swimming in splash of chlorine.
I'll turn the Titanic around,
as I sample in the
bakery.
My eaten cherries frozen, sliced.
I take a break from the law:
except on holidays,
naturally.
On hot summer days in August.
What do I allow myself
to be,
cried common sense asking me.

Chocolate and fries for the rent money.
My life-works are tropically imported.

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