THE GROOVE FONDUE

poems fondue

Sunday, February 05, 2006

crabby patties

how do you know all that you know how to really know anything at all?

the time again
is changing
and I feel we’re behind it
falling
faster
more intently
with purpose we aim our heads and
realize that landing
in a fault we cannot claim
hurts
so much
more
than the one we shell ourselves—
the meat that it gives will
sustain no life
but this one here.

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