Aug 212011
 
On the river that flitters
And flutters and flubs, I float:
	
Irreducible litter shorn of because.
What I am, I am;  what was, was.

An ephemeral caliphate
Scribbling down his fix of fate. . . .

On a foolscap scroll that lolls, I write
Wry words to puzzle the animal,

Adumbrate the damned and pierce 
The ghost that keeps our feelings fierce.

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