keep your / hand on the rail / if / all / else fails

<< Monday, Dec. 14, 2009 - 7:46 pm >>
deserts are a part of our land

stand, with knees straight,
head bent over with intent,
as the brain works its way
to creating a beautiful catastrophe
with a smile on your lips
the flattery of a sycophant

dream images are now gliding
off the shoulders,
the hollows are secrets
the dips are traps
true and noble and serene,
like a wise elephant