Sunday, April 29, 2012

fledgling

"fledgling"

i sit in a hotel suite writing
                                           about fame
& tradition.  ramshackle
                                        assemblage of
papers

            trailed by the affectionate cuddle
of cigarette smoke. i must've
                                              seemed old
& grey from her angle.
                                     even concrete &
glass put me to shame.

but that's not what other people
                                                 think. i am
a different season-- a hugeness of fiction.
an unending catherine wheel, that goes
     

           & goes.






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