Thought them
Sang them
Chewed them in my dreams
Sealed them with a kiss
Clichéd just for you
Each with their own special flavor
Let them languish and roll
Off a ready tongue
They stream forth with good intention
Only to dissipate
And die
Desire is the common flood
Never finding an honest destination
You, my errant mystery--
Someday you'll slip your coordinates
And pretty words will find you
Till then, I make them tidy graves
Among a thousand others
Unearthed for withering fantasies
10/01/08
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