Saturday, November 14, 2009

no here

it's funny how
tresses of dead, outstretched epithelium,
keratinized
can determine social status
aesthetic quality or
reproduction capabilities
by its flaunting, manipulation or
scent.

peaking;
the topmost euphoria of any
trip
the hill's clean air
smelled like the ocean
but miraculously, nowhere near one.

lightning bolt flash;
each flint-inspired combustion
lights the scene for only a second
illuminating each beauty in red
and it's picturesque, historical
and heart warming.

my life comes in fragments
and only the beautiful can be
documented
but those are the only film strips i
wish to remember
for all the others are
ugly, tattered
and infectious.

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