Archive for November, 2009

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Getting Off The Bus

November 25, 2009

You never know when
your soulmate
might get on the bus,
and sit himself down
in the aisle opposite you.
Your eyes might cross paths,
then idle past each other
and he’ll have his ipod on
and what would you say anyway
to the cute guy in the
tweed jacket, so
you kill your children
as you step off the bus.

Written 12 Nov 08 – ER

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Perfection

November 24, 2009

My perfection
is not in lightening scribed
on paths of stone,
not once and always
truth and substance –

No, it is sand
trickling over rocks and
between bridges
forming pearl and eroding rock,

broken, and in the breaking –
beautiful
fractured, and in the pieces –
whole.

Written 22 Oct 08 – ER