17 December 2010

Baking a Nail File Into a Contraband Cake


somewhere between
gallant and pusillanimous
lies a field
which stretches from
here to pluto,
unfathomably gargantuan
and irrefutably macabre.

it bewitches and it devours.

there was a time prior
to its contemptuous existence
in which lovers could
lay contentedly within their
respective paramour's embrace,
the most pressing matters
a fracas over
a cloud's perceived visage.

but as the ozone layer inflated(or
perhaps one could argue
its deflation),this obverse
inflated,
forever hungering for
the bravery of a
suitor's
soul.

escape. flee.

love cannot be savored
if
one is bound
by fear.

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