random thoughts


Madam Pompadour by Amedeo Modigliani, circa 1915

Random thoughts
Play Russian roulette
Creating minor
Implosions cracking

Body meanwhile
Trying to be in sync, stay
In tandem with wayward
mind’s child, forms pretzel
Poses valiantly

No city, not even Rome
Was built in a day, decay
Of my edifice has been
Wrought by thieving duo
Of time and destiny

Never say die
Bon mots keep me
Psyched, that dye having
Been cast by nurturing hand
That’d lovingly cradled

Flags flying
Head held high
choice wear form
Fitted, I egress daily
With smile on lips


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