Sunday, November 10, 2013

Notches

I'm tired and spent.Bone dry as well.
Is there even a point?
A method to the madness?

Or is it simply;
the butterfly in the breeze
and hurricanes in Panama?

Overwhelming underwhelment,
A notch too high
A point too far
I've said too much already.

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