Wednesday, January 13, 2010

A Love Story

she clatters her way through my upper shelf

dissembling books from their literal dispositions

forcing me as a metaphor of pity's metonymy

purging my symmetry and assembling anomalies.

i wake up to find my wretched dream

dreamed into my now slumber life

left to deify her delightful ego

from the letters of my once adored language.

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