365 Days of Poetry 06/01/2010 The Lurch is Flailing

[David Hauser]

Sometimes a totality of essence feels un-assumed pressures at unimaginable magnitudes
It burdens the heart quills the spirit decimate the will of fortuities abstracting each puzzle
A bargain for ill setting smile seems awkward at best as polarities haphazardly pull apart
Deserted and mired in absurdity the rope seems to be missing but the lurch ever flailing

david