go your own way

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…never mind the flight
uptight
unendingly unbending
was the miserable bender
(never-ender)
always alive to the possibilities
open to men of hope and good will
but will not the flowers
will not the blossoming of
autumn’s auto-immune deficiencies
compensate for deadpan expressions
on the faces of mother figures
covertly ovulating as is nature’s
way of having its way
the way i almost had mine the other day

minos - april 2008

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