Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Poem: The Dream

1.
There is no verisimilitude
No character development
Or contrapuntal plotting
Only shadowy acts and intentions

2.
What the wind whispers
The taste of metal in my mouth
The riptide around Cold Island

3.
I look for money
I need the coins of the realm
And hide as many
As fast as I can

4.
This goat's entrails
Are ready for the turkey buzzards
The sacrifice is off

5.
In the murk of the dream
I want just one thing from life--
Seconds.

6.
I hear footsteps
In unison
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