lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


24 August 2005

24: Cubic Cull

office politics: "Hear Me"
yell the suits from the streets. From the
ties to the cases. Crisp folded twenties.
Did those pinstripes shriek as the deal closed in?

well, the brushes are handed,
the paint's dripping through.
the masterpiece ruined, happens everyday.
"Good game," they lie -
they smirk,
they sigh.