Monday, June 6, 2011

Rolling Die

Writing lyrics on napkins,
Monosyllabic gyrations of this life I loved,
Monotheism is not even close to mysticism-

Rehearsing tonality to a tone deaf mirrored image of me in some other place-
A world I’ve let slip away
A realm I thought I had rectified
A plateau of looping holes and hidden sides
Monaural visage of chameleon-able thugs
Rolling dice

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