Monday, April 20, 2009

Mind Set

The mitote of the mind
is a Hollywood whore
seeking accolades
in the academy of doom.

It basks in the gossip
of pretended shun in an
attempt to capture the spotlight.

Staring down 
the camera,
as a stagefright...
an irascible mouse.

Loathing itself in despondent
drama and deprecating smiles
under the vetting,
then bursting vanity
in glittering gaudy detail.

One can go on in rerun
of framework.
A cue to act and direct
on a webcam...
a woven picture of story,
hanging by a thread.

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