Saturday, March 15, 2008

Pedestrian Space

Tattering along the street
I grapple for the losing grip.
Amidst the motley of creations
I look for my pedestrian space.

The time's turtle has sped up
In the ether of my mind.
As the space is filled
With some other illusion.

1 comment:

Protussa said...

nice poem dude...but, pray, why the melancholy mood in all yr poems?? surely, life is beautiful, too!!!