Friday, November 19, 2010

Must I Wake?

Can it be recaptured
And should it be?
The woman with
Three noses and one
Breast of chicken
Over raab and polenta
Dipped in battery acid.

Before logic and proportion
There was the free fall
Of words and ducks
Down a rabbit hole
And into the tea pot
Tempest of walled in angst.

But now that is behind
Me and the new age
Has brought a new
Covenant and awareness.
Must it all make sense?
And symbol to concept
Seamless like a cracked
Brunswick bowling ball.

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