Monday, September 16, 2013

2.866 : 9/16/07 : Solution

3,058 : 5 ?



Another virus worm
twists into my breath
another dim day’s contest
comes to sudden death
doing later again
what I could have done sooner
another ballad cliché
another fly me to the mooner
I tear it off right there
declare that tale told
raise to mind the image
of a tower of gold
wrapped in a hologram
of Purest white
just a strange little scene
I never manage to write
there’s a girl with wings
and a magic machine
at the cusp of contemplation
it all seems so clean
but it all gets messy
in the execution
so till then give what I got
the song a day solution


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