~who You See Is Not I~
I would like to reason
that spewing onto this page
makes it easier
to force feed restrictions,
but, I am nothing more
than a Sunday ramble,
flicking a switch at high hedges,
hoping to see life,
and even though
raw noise plugs solidarity,
like TV commercials
selling faith,
I never will buy.
[no confidence]
Just leaving a trail
of compressed thoughts,
to tightly packed for coherence,
for reiteration,
and I suppose, I am a one-night-stand
pouring ecstasy into time,
extracting pleasure,
for just a while.
Copyright © Colin Marschall | Year Posted 2008
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