Tuesday, November 18, 2008

For Yoyo

If I could doodle you well enough,
Either in my imagination or anyone else's,
Not to mention in some sweet stone reality,
You'd smile so neatly,
We'd be in a spin,
It'd cheer me up
Or on to victory
Or out of this dismal daunting dread I'm in,
And then maybe we'd break out of this sin together
Where mere veneer covers us, thinly like skin,
All our beastly blessed ventures--
It'd poke right through this dearth of confession,
This yearn and yen,
This deadly wedly den of thought
Combined with all our thoughtlessness
And just desires and desserts.

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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)