a headache is par, the even-score
for the game played, nothing more.
so from ear to ear, his mind throbs;
a Gobi apart and just as barren.

feeding on unclear thoughts, ideas.
touching only those parts that float,
he bends, collecting all memories:
years ago, last night, yesterday.

life's a Mardi Gras shiny, bead-necklace,
a yellow Tonka truck, strong, to carry
our needs and wants for the future.
though friends carry some of the load.

with his closet door firmly closed
he heads into the bowels of souls,
souls trying to save theirs while
supping with the devil himself.

tail lights of doom inches forward;
another ebbing of night's tide
pulls away, into the city, hiding
for the day, city streets are dry.

as the Ocean of the the city buildings
cause the workers to be swallowed-up
and elevators to unhappiness: any floor;
they magma-move with the day's clock.

at five they change into a giant bunny,
do silly things; a giant mouse dancing
at Chuck E. Cheese making kids' smile.
setting the time-clock to neverland

lonely, they dance a giant bunny dance.
an eye-sweep of the dance floor allows
that they're the only giant bunny dancing.
there are others, is there not? they muse.

10/07/2008

Posted on 10/07/2008
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