Mist on the moping
myopic miasma
Myriad May mornings
Mapping mostly
married menopausal
men
in masses of mayhem
Making movies
in mottled minds
As madly maimed
maidens
make music
Muffled moans
mirror
Mocking makeshift madness
My morning coffee
miffs and mutters
Musing motionless
on the morbid majesty
of make-believe
magic
Meanders messily
Meditates mindlessly on
Mythic moments
Missed meanings
Mellowing meanly
Measuring keenly
Much said.
Anyone for mildly mildewed crackers?
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2 comments:
mmmm ... maybe mildly morbid, but moving; managing to mirror the mandatory mindlessness of a messed up modernity.
Metaphysics is a mirage, my man, when Manoramas are murdered monthly in Manipur. And McDonalds and Malls displace men on a mass scale. Meaning lies in mass movements, mon amor.
Agree wholeheartedly.
A touch of self indulgence merely..
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