And For My Next Trick
And for my next trick
Suicidal dive leaves
My friend wanting and waning
The Aramaic idol screeches
Madly amidst patrons
Committed to higher levels
And flavors of consciousness
And as silence groans quickly
Among those needing to exhale
I consider where the journey
May lead me next
When all I know is
Sometime is left to come.
(8/8/06)
Copyright © Suburban Lovechild | Year Posted 2019
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