Fragments (Part II)
Non-commital and Capricious vending Machines rain their Hum significantly on this sun-less hour Between classes. The Metronome of Driven Footsteps across the Stone hard plate of The Schedule click click click hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Around my empty Pockets. Somebody put a sign on The vending machine that Reads, "This machine Eats your money and Doesn't share." It Creeps into my eyes And naps there. . . . . To nuzzle and pet The neck of time Whose hands Pick at its weapons: The axe of fate The switchblade of the Superego And that KingKong Killer for soul Assassination - the napalm of your Glance, One conforms. . . . . The vending machine Of love is a bubble gum dispenser: -Your milky way eyes Eat the possibilities But, Sir, you lack The coin, and whatsimore, The kid down the block Had eyes like magnets, And drew from my trinkets Of assorted value, My One Gold Ring. . . . . Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 04:53 PM PST, Carole Dudley 0 • 1
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