Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Monday, July 11, 2005

Future without the "ism"

Less than human
Numbers not in order
Rushing headlong
Gasping for sweetness

The untidy relic, now abandoned, a singpost wedged in the fork. Did I turn left or right? In any event, my blinders are on. No use trying to see behind. Push on through.

1 Comments:

  • At 5:07 PM, Anonymous IS YOU IS OR IS YOU ISM said…

    I only subscribe to one religious "ism": Frisbeetarianism--we believe that when you die your soul goes up on the roof and you can't get it down (rim shot--hey I'm here all week--try the veal!)

     

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