| Sunday, August 29, 2010
the map had been drawn,
the clues carefully laid beneath a tangle of lies,
deconstruct them if you will,
stop the corrosion if you can,
and perhaps you might find the tickets,
and reach that glass heart,
taped countless times in so many failed attempts to repair it,
well,
front-row seats to the demise,
i believe you will enjoy it,
and then,
do remember my purple flower.
just one petal,
not too much to ask, is it?
so many many clues, hints, pleading to be seen.
too obvious, too many,
one should be more subtle.
the purple piggy oinked 1:03 AM
