day after day
time has it's way
the lonely man
sat perfectly still
as the giraffe
had itself a meal
the gloom has a
certain kind of room
to fill inside itself
all kinds of thrills
pleasure seekers
of all makers and
suggestive gender
menders..nevermind
the ugliness of
the suicide self
or the elf who
made one too many
pecan sandies..
so dust off the shelf
and see what the heck
is going on out there
climb the stairs
the spiral station
leads itself to a
certain kind of
degeneration..
so tell me..
who are you?
By Rick Weber
August 11, 2011
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