judiciously we balked
at the freud in
the angle of our words.
easily dismissing
the jung.
feeble as i can
try to be.
delicate
in my ire.
soft in my
rage.
every finger has
its mark upon the bottle
a bead of sweat to justify
when tomorrow wants to know
what we've done to ourselves
these are our choices.
better. worse.
or only the same.
Tuesday
8/08/2006 01:32:00 AM
Incredible work.
oz, you are the kind of reader every writer should have. be they good, bad or inbetween.
always a pleasure to know you're still there. reading. writing. and whatever else it is you do.
may you always do it this kindly and with as much grace.
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