Friday, January 05, 2007

Rubber Duck

It is a cruel routine;
my tour of duty.
- I meet no
shadow? -
The stool pigeon:
A rubber chicken.
Rubber duck.
Cat-fish.
Gold-fish.
Potato Head.
A mature temptation.
In why children
desire toys.
To play with!
Of no primitive quality.
Of no punitive immoral
inequality.
Or - impartial explanation
that categorically exclude
confidence.
I exude my rationale,
tempered.
No plot to kill the remedy.
No pride swallowed
with dragon-monkeys
flying out your rear-end.
Such spoiled in dignity I pamper myself with.
An innocence that if at first you don't succeed,
you try and try again.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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