Attacked By bed-bugs

Remembering all the beautiful faces

and how they are only skin deep

as everyone is searching

for an absolute absolution

that brings them peace

or they are making

horror films

out of the cinema of life

feeling infinitively small

on an expanding planet

where the voices

don’t carry

in the likeness of perfection

everything becomes muddled

as do all possibilities

of finding truth

or that which you are

searching

find yourself

wondering 

what others think

in a pursuit

to solve our own

puzzles

and the pieces accumulate

and its hard to put

together

with so much gray wash

abandon all hopes

and with it

breath wildly

into days

that pass

like tumble weeds

a desert thirst

for all things passionate

and resonate

tonight I’ll let

all the sleeping dogs

lie

I have been once bitten

and twice shy

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~ by Aumbeche Rishi on March 3, 2007.

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