old stock made new
betrayed by my imagination,i believed in myself more than i should
and the sugar plum faeries that dance in my head
were just rotting apples painted with red.
it's not a vivid imagination that brings you down the most
but an imagination that gives you hope
beyond what's realistically simply true.
it's more than thoughts of exaggeration
or of mind boggling weirdness.
that's what this poem appears.
-fk
posted by cadbury @ 6:04 PM
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