Thursday 27 March 2008 : Yours Truly.
Hollow urban stress
in the epitome of denial--
where streams of consciousness
trail slowly and silently--
ill-footed, like the upstair's cat.
Treason, I daresay?
Why, no.
It is our modern post--
of the postmodern.
Why, thank you.
Yours Truly.
Me.

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