this is the republication of a poem by a good friend and yours truly in 2004.
surreal emptiness
quiet reaches the murky frog as he passed beyond
the gold bicycle of intense strategy
the torch cannot reach the saline waters of regeneration
without the grand stratospheric resistance
the depth of sedimentary supplements depends upon
wind patterns on fur tassels of body lotion
further past the dirt tentacles of oppression
the moths crowd deep into the wasted remains of grape bins
peeling from tyrannical parapets the gray chalk
silences the full pouches of miniature chessmen
hyperextending beyond the grasping tendrils
epileptic field mice become psuedonominal parasites
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