Day 78
7/31/2007
It is becoming progressively more difficult to determine whether the
misblogynist JC Strider has been passing the pipe too often, or,
alas, passing it far too infrequently.
-- J Paul Clotte, blog apologist of www.blogsarejustallrightwithme.com
Seemed like rock of ages past, cadence of coming hope, years with yours.
In the crooks and nannies of wood's wander rings lies Patience's path,
the clear, centered tempo that I can anticip within lower branches
of my arbor familius, as back alternates with other back.
Must I go on, staged upon this porch of dusky denim doubts, whittling these words of ordinal time?
I face a shape with fretless bored fingers drumming in runaway march.
Knife edge seeks form within, niggling notches noting the nether core of my inculcated
memory-scars as chair sways harmonic betwixt porch-railing apogee and perigee.
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