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.
bridge to nowhere
you're my own personal bridge
to no where
you collect people like stamps
the initial fascination before
closing the book, to return to
whenever, like social networking
done alone
in the privacy of your home,
another thumbnail, perfectly
preserved, among others, so
diverse, on your B-list, out
there in the wilderness, on
the path where snakes mate,
making you uneasy, too raw,
too close/this bridge leads
me to think i should turn
back. where are you
taking me today?
to no where
you collect people like stamps
the initial fascination before
closing the book, to return to
whenever, like social networking
done alone
in the privacy of your home,
another thumbnail, perfectly
preserved, among others, so
diverse, on your B-list, out
there in the wilderness, on
the path where snakes mate,
making you uneasy, too raw,
too close/this bridge leads
me to think i should turn
back. where are you
taking me today?
posted by D.O. | 3:43 AM
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