Monday, December 13, 2010
...Then what must I do to impress you?
The unattainable jewel representing
a frustrating quest,
down a narrow hallway
with blinders on, dwelling
on your tales,
are wet squirming interludes
the only things that possess
your seesaw attitudes?
Fear begins to accumulate altitude,
an airborne scimitar at a vicious
vantage point swings like a curious
cat tail, am I the impaler or the impaled?
Clifton Brian Rutty
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