Friday, September 28, 2007
Lasers
by the cbw
Dreams set on recycle
Rinse, but not quite repeat
Corner, cornea: my eyes seem askew
Lost in mazes of my sub-
Basement; flooded by torrential tears
A race is on but I overslept.
Step by leap by bound,
I try to recover
If a penny was collected by
Charon I’d be an unconscious
Millionaire and happy to remain
Forever in the deep
My home is swiftly gone
And too soon, however,
I am alone and awake.
