Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Less Than

Who am I
If only a French kid
With a few scrapes and recipes
For brioche
And ratatouille

Reality slinks
Deep
Like a gulp of glass
Shattered,

I am only me
A cliché
Admitedly

Shirking
The ordinary
By the marshy sliver
Of my left brain
Sometimes absent
Of succulence
And/or.

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