lo, and behold

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


29 August 2005

29: lifted

The impulse of the curses of joy.
Pill-formed happiness; mainstream ecstacy.

Profoundly animated/imagined dream
made real to life for those who fake it. And they made it.

The campaign slogan is a song fit for a drink.
Entice us to join him in romanticized glory, hated and thirsty.
Hold his hand, and you'll hold mine. Hang on tight.