Friday, April 06, 2007

Two Lawyers

Three pm. Cuban rum about
gone. No resolution to Conservative rule.
No words that fight
in unison with the sun creeping
the blinds into evening.
Reality reduced to cradle ethics,
that reaching for the sky
which crumbles into a ceiling
and falls forever
into the last breaths of unresolved debate.

Who will drive to the liquor store
for the next court case?

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