Your eyeliner tells a different story . . .
Cartons upon cartons upon cartons
delivered
in a misrepresentation of facts . . .
And where in this stream of consciousness
do you place yourself? . . .
There's no telling
when you too will be dropped . . .
Waiting for . . . Waiting for . . .
Insinuations jumping out of the woodwork
without regard for the other players
in this mini-drama
which streams Saturday evening somewhere . . .
Come out with it, already . . .
You know you're bursting with others . . .
The excavations bronzed . . .
Your thoughts bronzed . . .
The heat-stroked field always a good excuse . . .
Antonio Palmerini |