Wednesday, October 3, 2007

ode to a california condor

absence makes the heart grow blonder
old clothes covering my soul that
i dont need to launder ..
of a woman whose vice like grip
of my cluttered consciousness
that of an anaconda
every moment i think
thoughtlessly a thought
i ponder ..
every time on the internet
i cybernetically swim and wander
words and more words
as garlands to her silence
i squander ..
my fate in love
extinct on her doorstep
as a california condor
a kindered soul of an indian vulture
who lies in the towers of silence
yonder ...beyond her

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