Wednesday, May 31, 2006

a variation on reality

a piece of you departs
with each parting word
taking more of me
and i wonder
if those silent nights
left me with more of
you, me
who am i left, anymore
than what this
frogstance, leaplining
communication bears?
reaching across for
your replacement
a bottle, a book,
placing yellow bricks
and donkey head alike
in your empty chair,
the 5 o'clock shadow
grows, if not
around your cheeks
bearing your toothful
grin truth,
then around my s
oft, irredescent
secrets, stamped and
waiting for your approval.


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