Spring 2006 SLAM! - Congrats to the winners - see you all next time! |
"Worth" Vandal am I to esoteric privilege granted this species secret laws bestowing equivocal value to self My playground is a house of mirrors reflections in different guises insistent, beastly masks with drolling tongues sirens of solace a discordant calliope waltz of evocation Just another stone's throw from the truth with concrete arms and I am David A doppelganger shatters into silver powder like asbestos-scented moondust Leaving another And another And yet another spitting proverbs and prophecies like apostles of my very own. "To thine ownself . . ." she mocks before those shards drip too glass rain, surgery There can be only so many facets There is a stone seething in my palm |