Thursday, January 5, 2012

Pits of Pride

Occasionally my body and mind stagger through the streets as one
Entangled in a tango, burning fuel with no forethought to form
The feet stretch out over a landscape riddled with subnormals

Among the debris:

Sunken land masses
Atlantis springs to mind
Inexorably the incredulous faces emerge
faces that gnaw at the heart of a man
attempting to demoralize him

Occasionally my body and mind stagger into the heads of subnornals
fingering the discorded notes of their inanity
I burn them in effigy, with forethought to form
And still, I do not sleep at night

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