i’m marking time with inglorious ing-like suffixes
while a tension, of sorts, pervades an atmosphere
perverted by subversive acts of the nose-picker,
absentmindedly picking roses
for her one true lover – the one too busy
speed-reading blood’s a rover from cover to cover
she does know, though, that he’s allergic;
but she’s not to be sneezed at, according to
sheeda’s somewhat twisted logic
minos – july 2010
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