Sunday, February 28, 2010

Electric energy
that needs to be resolved
in demure behavior
rooted in the stolid
(with a wink)
harrowing hardship
sternly pointed
to the silver lining
Oh Devil of lusts that can
never be sated
thirsts never quenched
you have horns and feathers
The mask that dazzles
but then I'm hand-on-hip
to your tricks
I grant benedictions all day
with a frown that
wows the crowd
shall I be as innocent as ever?
I'll duck the pricks
and round out.
even the sun has nerves in it's smile.

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