by Theresa M Rayman
Saturday, July 30, 2005
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Bravo! I imagine;
As your chaotic, over-symbolic banter
will undoubtedly strike a chord
among the decidedly avante garde.
There is meaning- somewhere;
and when this multi-degreed,
ultra literate image hovers overhead
like some flea market halo,
I shall understand.
Furiously, in the meantime
I snap my fingers,
nod my head in fake amazement
and pray that the latte sipping demi-gods
never discover the unripe overtones
of that reptilian sense I am advised to shed.
This will advance me-
or so I am told.
Yet my skin seems stretched too thin
and sometimes I long to take cover
back in my simplistic, sugar coated realm,
where confusion overrules forced admiration.
There, unrefined, I service unhappening faces
in all the wrong places.