Frisbee

Frisbee Changes of seasons on the raw edge of sanity Cut the links of infinity with the cold of a razor's edge. It is snowing on the upper slope of Dragon's tooth But none care: preoccupied Torrent of sayings 'Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder' Behold this Aged seven, Raj is a good boy. Mister He'll do what you want. Delightful child. Decadent Bubbly yellow haired children laugh happily in the street. Rosy cheeked, well fed. Sleek High above a switch is pressed The kiddies explode in shards of gristle and ichor Humans are creatures of insatiable lust, besotted by Money. Medium of exchange gone awry. Don't worry They're only in it for the ... Bread. Quixotic, I laugh in fascination staring at my wallet. It's inescapable you know. Bred for a purpose, the gilt must die. Timings not of her choosing. Line on paper; sole determinant of fate. I muse, perplexed And the cold seems suddenly inviting 26.6.01 © on Nov 28 2001 12:15 AM PST   0 • 9