Saturday, November 25, 2006
Pockets
we can date- but don't
expect me to be poetic.
for reality has little place
for my antics- the tricks
up my sleeve; the sleight
of hand,
in the pockets; making a
racket & shaking the eye
off,
your socket.
you will have to take me
as it is- the magician
slipping at your door.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 12:48 pm
we can date- but don't
expect me to be poetic.
for reality has little place
for my antics- the tricks
up my sleeve; the sleight
of hand,
in the pockets; making a
racket & shaking the eye
off,
your socket.
you will have to take me
as it is- the magician
slipping at your door.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 12:48 pm
