unexpected consequences,
hastily made decisions,
follow me from one parking lot to the next;
underneath a shade tree I sit,
like a lion after a feast of death,
savoring the flavors just out of eyesight;
raindrops bounce off my imagination,
leaving striations of subtle illusions
across my mind like the doubts
of a persecuted, lonely skeptic;
a smooth, soothing chill fills the air,
fogging up one's humid eyes
and tears roll down an
unshaven face for
the last time.
2aug13
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