Wednesday, April 04, 2007

perfect

it was a perfect strike, or am i
playing, and how am i bruised

when i am mesmerized, moisturized
the perfect choice for any one

whose hopes have drifted, edged
toward the idolized, incautious and

reveled in the aisles of safeway
cavorting with a paper sack of

delectables, comestibles, imported
portions of curry, ecstasy with a bit of

fantasy, cause i'll be dressed in black
fitted and labeled, priced and maxed

with a visa once gold, but platinum
is shinier, costlier, embossed with your

name

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