Sunday, September 24, 2006

Truth....three lines at a time

After bottling his sanity
he sold it
to the pope



Rich and Stupid
She couldn't be
less appealing





Glittering and savage
her animal lust
charges the darkness



Paralyzed by comfort
movement
was replaced by growth



When he reaches critical mass
no one knows
what will happen

1 Comments:

Blogger Maria Baker said...

Very nice. And I think you're right about the pop machines...

8:47 PM  

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