A Goal of Time
 
walking cliche
by day
and yet a dashing
abstract by night
a spew from
the poet's pen
so the civilized
can read
and breath
and breed
this little thing
called poetry
 
a repulsive
lucid
dream of elitist
arranging sounds
to capture
passing moments
in our R.E.M.
of love
of pain
of this little thing
called life long dream
 
© 2008 B.R. Ress