Saturday, February 10, 2007

A momentary lapse of reason.


Charred scratches of love and lust,
Contorted dreams on fire.
Promiscous procrastinations bite the dust.
Lovelorn souls gone haywire.
Cupid's probably lost His touch,
Shot them arrows too hard.
Nocturnal coruscations at the edge of the porch,
Incoherent rantings of a retard.

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