Red carpet massacre
stripping the last sanguine shred
from the core of copasetic.
It’s a transformation
into something not specified,
but nonetheless deformed somehow;
a tangential wave repeating itself
back and forth,
synchronicity,
robbing every sense and regulation.
It’s well regulated,
and worth thinking about.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Poem-A-Day: Day 37
Something to Think About
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