Saturday, October 07, 2006

untitled as yet, perhaps irony

a girl tries to draw me
into a deep metahysical
conversation about john dunne &
paradox

my thoughs are elsehere--

contemplating the broken
plasic clock that has
been thrown into the
black rubber garbage can
at me feet the hands stopped
at an angle

she was heavy into
deep thought
& i was contemplating
the end of time--

in this case:
quarter to ten

2 comments:

jillymae said...

and we wonder why we're still trying to figure out men...we try to make you too complicated! :o)

Anonymous said...

cpr. cpoetryr. cpreview. columbiapr.