Thursday, October 09, 2008

Skips

And so it goes.
Endless obscurity--
the path to imperceptible infidelity.
And wanting...junkie wanting.
Conundrum.
Or, if this is too close
at too particular a moment,
I may laugh
and shrug
and say "art, art, art."

Except that I have
memories,
and olfactory imprints,
and the skips
of older graceful records.

2 comments:

Scott Ennis said...

It's nice to know I'm not the only one who feels that way sometimes. I hear you.

KGT (aka Cagey) said...

Thanks for the comment and for stopping by, neighbor!