2021-09-08T18:19:29-07:00July 19th, 2011|Musings on life|


Tonight, I am ready,
a landing strip
for the theatre
of dreams.
The day has been long
and predictable,
and I am craving a night
scrawled with hushed

I am hungry
for cryptic messages,
for whimsy,
for an interpretive collage
of my day.
I am tired
and my eyes burn.

I am a perfect landscape
of vulnerability.

I can feel the ferment.

I am in
for a good show.

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