Thursday, March 08, 2007

Music Box Ballerina on Low Battery

Go for jugular meaning, I said, using open source
to cut and paste myself into your picture,
but you didn't want to hold hands in Gaza.
I pointed my toe like a digital Rockette
when I heard a voice page someone
for a defibrillator.

My partner in circles, I can tell you what the media won’t say:
An army of poor schnooks casts a giant shadow in sage paint.
Brother, lest you believe in stones don’t throw them at me.
This I keep pirouetting around and around finding no room
for partial measures, interim agreements,
or road maps leading no where.

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