Musings of the Reverend Meduri and Dr. Jackass

Experimentations in Literary Groin Punches

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Sleep now in the fire

Akin to la Luna, these days seem to wax and wane
The circardian spiral jabs and pulls me
All I seem to recognize is that these days seem the same

Underneath an all-to-static surface
An indignant straggler seeking to pry free
The horse-whipped dowanger put in her place

The mercury boils
and I'm left, half-feverish
waiting for my conscience
to reconcile my subconscious.

¶ 8/11/2004 07:40:00 PM

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