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