then without a thought the world breaks open
like a condom during sex and you think
oh dear ever so slightly distressed but
it feels like perfection in the moment
responsibility and delight laugh
at themselves cynical and unswerving
as the case may be depending always
upon the various eddies you tend
to trend toward in the given flow of now
until I think all that we ever are
is a collection of primal twitches
bound into a bag of fear and desire
then thrown into our tumultuous lives
like a sack of cats tossed off a high bridge
(August 2012)
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