Thursday, February 08, 2007

Ice Cubes Rising from My Glass

Exotic trigonometry
coaxe the possibilities.

Love the phrase "cool million."

Not oft understood
a figure of speech cartoons.

Sunday, glare from the front pages.

When I rise to refill my glass,
real life goes on despite reality television.

Television, quip quixotically.

Into my fantastically
real mouth enters

the cold suburban reality
that there are no more.