Concerto for blunt instrument

An irregular heartbeat from d.o. to you. Not like a daily kos, more like a sometime sloth. Fast relief from the symptoms of blogarrhea and predicated on the understanding that the world is not a stage for our actions, rather it is a living organism upon which we depend for our existence.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Tipping point

Once you've tried it
you'll never go back to
your old brand, never go back
to the garden that was
once just the right place
in time, your prayers answered
your pain removed, is
the scent of a rose better
than the lilly of the valley?
The florist, the farmer, the
epicurean charmer speeding down
a one-way street, off the edge
of the flat dull planet
no reverse is worse than
your pedal to the medal, because
everything has its limits, because
there is an end in sight.


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