1.07.2012

lite

through
blindfolds
of my mind
I wander aimless
yet hope to find
a pair of dice
thrown through time
itself and of the hands
who held a dare
the roll was twice
while here and there

a.firmITive
"... the 'god' part, tickles..."

'bud'

" are you on high, Q ? "
volumes ...

2 comments:

W S George said...

I like this poem. The last line - the punch line, was great.

IzzyGumbo said...

;) thank you WS George.