Wednesday, March 24, 2010

having never failed to sample life's little cur.i.os.ities

i wonder what was given up in all that freedom?

ah, i see. inte.gri.ty.

wow. a schmuck eh?

will you have me for all my failings?

will you accept this whisper of regret as a sample of my trust in you?

my gosh, can it really be a crime (hears Fred Astaire)

dancing cheek to cheek?

distracted by the overwhelming whiff of sweet lilac,

he departs to make love to the purple bush.

enshrined in,

his awareness of some separate self disappears.

and with it, any thoughts of