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Colossal Chagrins

by Alisa Js

have we any wisdom here
tucked inside these baskets full
of memories taut and laughter sweet,
carefree days
sultry nights,
we're pleased with what exactly, sir
in those basket treats ...

anything of substance found
peering through this masquerade
of quiet shuffles underground in this secret place we tarry not,
lest truth jump out and bite
our aching hearts
and lonely men
relieved,
a just reprieve from seniority ...

we tampered with those boundary lines
moved beyond sinking sod
where water loves to bury deep,
another flash of recompense
upon this fallow sand
of nothing more than sick pretentious similes ...

awake! you fools
for life is more than circumstance
and fabricated drools, untoward
mishievious and slick chagrins
alive once more to conquer
this pain is real
light years beyond pretend ...

take my hand and run
we'll soar past Sunday's bitter urns
of languishing regrets,
and venture into some place bona fide
with time, our new found friend ...

07/21/2007

Posted on 07/22/2007
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