The first person singular
waives recognition,
the second responds
with a wry inquisition.

A sceptic's dilemma
rolled up in a skin
the collective impersonal
shelters within.

Between them, a tenuous metaphor plays
with a message pre-mixed in the potboiling phase.

[A drizzle of drivel, a rumble of rhyme,
the motif defining this poetry crime.]

07/19/2009

Posted on 07/19/2009
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