Monday, July 14, 2008

Out of Touch

Sitting behind
Boxed grills
Grate, full.

Staring out
Compartmented visions,
(Pre) this pose.

Trapped within
Narrowed openings
Fool, just.

Reaching up
Horizon, illusions
(L)affable.

You’re out of touch,
I’m out of touch.

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