TO THE MASSES IN SCREEN

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whether a fearsome wit

or a gangling twit

into the mode of the aggreesor

they leap

their cloaks of initial harmlessness

just that

a deceptive cloak

pouting a mirror ball effect

on the  shick-a-shimmy night

about mid glass through a bitter Merlot

the evening howls like a lonely labrador

time in its need

speaks riddles to the cold indeed

where as upon another strange front no doubt

a choir of joy sends a wave of singing

to the faithful

until The Masses In Screen

once again

log back on

to welcome

the repetative deluge

all over again

what sick bastards...........

(written Feb. 25,2006 445pm)
















Author's Notes/Comments: 

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