Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Koan
There she sits,
A clown with painted tears,
Dripping love and
Stuffing meaning into
An avatar world.
A dinosaur by nature,
Slow and lumbering
With confusion,
She cakes on the jokes and
Pretends all is well.
Her gothic tea party
Consists of chipped teapots
And stale crumpets, pink
With the slime of her tears.
She prognosticates and throws
Meaning and koan at scintillating
Nobodies, all the while filling
Her tea cup with the sound of her whispers.
10-21-10
A clown with painted tears,
Dripping love and
Stuffing meaning into
An avatar world.
A dinosaur by nature,
Slow and lumbering
With confusion,
She cakes on the jokes and
Pretends all is well.
Her gothic tea party
Consists of chipped teapots
And stale crumpets, pink
With the slime of her tears.
She prognosticates and throws
Meaning and koan at scintillating
Nobodies, all the while filling
Her tea cup with the sound of her whispers.
10-21-10
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