I keep turning metaphorical circles,
my left foot nailed to the floor
of our terrible consequence,
my head full of television snow
as I yearn for the sky
and real clouds above me.
Here is our paradise of false love,
here the refrigerator we bought,
here the six-pack you asked for.
September 17, 2010 7:37 AM
In remembrance of the 1990's. Life was a tad difficult most years of that decade.
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.