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REFLECTIONS ON CHROME Parking Lot Confessions in Poetic Prose
GAME DAY
Riding, on a bench of existence Waiting, in and out of sight Praying, the coach will put me in Afraid, he might
Testing, self effacing efforts with a broad stroke brush Painting, a scene for public consumption and critique
Anticipation Agitation Deep down No, deeper still In a place as dark as black hole’s night Raw nerves flutter coveys of synapse butterflies, taking flight
Readied for first contact strike, I am born
© 2006
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