the statues that inhabit my dreams
i sometimes see in my waking life.
the bus drivers beep at me
as they sail past the bus stop,
their honorable time keeping
keeps me alert to its passing.
in nearly diabolical thinking
on borderline nonsense
there is a logic to this path
paved with rationalisations.
i find lotion is good for the skin
that keeps on growing, and knowing
the treatment but not seeking
the cure is half the allure
of social networking sites.