Monday, July 20, 2009

473. SEDGEWICK THE CRANIUM

SEDGEWICK THE CRANIUM
I have a head filled with something,
but ideas make me sick. Tossing and turning
like this tends to weaken my resistance. I
was thinking of you just this morning,
what a legend you'd become.
The face I saw on the postage stamp -
or was I perhaps dreaming?
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There wasn't any malfeasance involved -
like the tree with its toner of shade and
the ripple of its leaves. I noticed something
amiss. A certain sadness or loss. It
was just for a moment, but there were
people too - lying about on the thick grass.
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I don't like leisure crowds either.
All that hemming and hawing about nothing.
Shades and shadows, people and their drinks.
Everywhere something. Nobody thinks.

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