Saturday, May 30, 2009

Don't go there... but if you must

Encouraging offspring
to repent from our success,
not in repetition of resent;
in jubilation
of the snuffing
of old ideals
and creaking chambers
of has-been.

Be wary the wizened weed-
we tempt...
wishes of future casting,
that all will change
and paradigms of hat box parcel
and suited huff bluff
will blow out 
with birthday candles.

Seeding is fucking
in a fertilized soil...
withered corn doesn't 
tell lies.

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