Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Brown Nose

Walt, you're probably

I've ignored any semblance of
allegorical mishmash
     connective tissue to
the past remembrance of
great heroes,

I guess I'm slowing down,

on birthdays
on Turtle Island atomic holocaust
while the non-grass carpeted world
                        howls a selfish
                        self-same, self-aggrandizing chorus
an uncaring pitch
           relating stories


a million seconds in the wrong direction--

I've lost
grip on
the metaphor.

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