Thursday, July 9, 2009


Jul 9, 2009
i laugh at myself for the idolatry i practice
faces of opportunity are only idols of romance
in this simple and circular dance

i perch upon my wobbly seat
seeking romantic eyes to meet
knowing without question
that what's meaningful now
may soon be just a forgotten session

a pitter of heart patter
i talk of what to you shall matter
catching drift on your tailspin wind
my laughter of idolatry does bend

this dance is a familiar one
a little revelry that's just for fun
but throw myself wholeheartedly I must
with a heated laugh and a sparkling lust

collecting puppies has always brought great joy
i laugh and love to dance with each sweet boy.

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