orgami's Diaryland Diary

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notations on the short of life

Ohhh here I am
such a sotto hour
No fortissimo
beats

stylish dreams await
with appointed dark edged
wafer ideals

spumes of darkness rise
from the mantle of my core
roaring with their milk
of charr

filling the landscape with bitter
dusts

my shinning star burns bright
fighting the darkness
always chasing it like a shadow
never eclipsing

yet

the midnight hours slip past
like sublte freights
rocking lullabye thunder in
whispers of steel on steel

tommorrow is a busy day

refill medications
visit the great Northgate Mall
go on a shopping safari for
replenishment of the ice box
the barren sweet cupboards of
this older home

cat treats and toilet paper
the machined goods of life

and a coffee perhaps from the
confection stands
Tim Hornets the long dead Hockey
Player who met his fate being
chased by Metro Police along
four oh one towards Hamilton
in his sports car one night

An ambulance Driver I knew
said there wasnt much left
after the car quit spinning
desintagrating

He was a brutally good player
though and his coffee to this
day is excellent

Long live Tim!!

1:02 a.m. - 2009-02-20

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