Thursday, June 30, 2005

36 fighting fists
in which a fool and his anger
are soon parted
by denial depression destruction deception
here comes the flood
and i’m falling failing fooling flailing
a flaming fleet of sinking ships
trapped in a whirlpool
over empty space anyway

but i can’t taste, hear, smell, see or feel anything

what is my story?
who am i to me?
a fool or a king
or 5 other things?

1 comment:

Cuore said...

Ah-ha.

All very good questions.