lo, and behold

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


31 August 2005

31: I love you and your high expectations

Just a fad, questionable diets.
Children's playthings.
Faux melodic woos and harmonic "Heys!"
As he's strumming away through chords of wisdom,
you're breaking mirrors
upon mirrors of art.

Never be good enough,
nor will your dignity prove that.
Mistakes buried underground-- withhold the breath.