The Flutterby Effect

A collection of writing, chaotic and otherwise, where the rules do not exist.

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Saturday, March 11, 2006

In response to on the bench

So
The once proud lioness
who jumped through rings
and stood centrestage on the pedestal
at the carnival of earthly delights
who can no longer bear cubswho displays her sagging vanities
who sharpens her long teeth
on the soft jellies of revenge
seen through the sleights of youth dimmed eyes
was shot
to put us all out of her misery.

Our misery.

To read "On the Bench"
http://www.sleightmind.blogspot.com/

Yacophony

The last time we all got together
was a real yacophony
The hubble bub of insights
and our mellowing wisdom
knives and forks stabbing through
the self-foolfoolling pats on the back
The rattle from chains of word
associations formed long ago
and unsung idealisms turned realisms
on the fattened yolks of broken ego shells

and the property boom didnt hurt either.

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