more than a couple regrets

feckless, we have wandered,
flaccid,
through this horrible
vortex,
seemingly
vapid;
pausing, only casually
to note
our fleeting humanity,
disconsolate,
as we face calamity;
worst dreams
come true,
face to face,
we face us two;
stagger and stammer,
and clammer
and clack,
we seek just
one, just one way
back;
amnesia, not a welcome tool,
as we look in that mirror,
and recognize the fool.



January 21, 2010.

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