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,
falling 
mute...
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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