Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Comments revisited

There is no time like the present
To sign your name
On the dotted line
To a statement you
Can barely remember.

Tuesday's come and gone
And the couch has worn
Deeper groves into
Your supinated conscience
Journeyman's scares.

Are we all so adrift?

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