A Few Too Late
A few too late
Dispersion means the beaten
Have moved on to
Tantrums and anthems
Of different means
As dwellers, incandescent
Against the thermal grind
We all strive, feel
Passersby drink, wink
The night into sweetened oblivion
Though each look
As they naturally belong
Or try too hard
As projections are immature
In tandem with the aggress
Though so vibrant, firm
And provocative that
Those of us who know better
Offer up a pass
Simply to get
A better look.
(3/27/07)
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