Sunday, March 28, 2010
LIKE A SLEIGHT-OF-HAND HOUDINI…
…I’m hidden in plain sight, as undifferentiated
background noise, staying just outside the lid of
the not-all-seeing eye. So, the show goes on.
I hum a Waltz time. I’m a shadow coming in
for a slow landing, I’m a blur, a quick eclipse on
the video screen, I’m two bodies passing in flight.
Time to move…
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2 comments:
i love your posts...so thoughtful
thanx!! pass da bubblie, fellow punk!
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