Road of Ruin
My broccoli mind once flourished with visions
Garden gathered ideals of sun fed import
But devil time shaved ever at the florets
Potholes formed along the folds of grey matter
Cobblestone roads of memories stained rust red
Skull lumps mapped out troublesome finger readings
Resolved I blacktopped over the maudlin street
Pressed my sparsely greens into books for keepsakes
Then plowed on under melancholy blue moon
2-10-08
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