When the Levee Breaks

by phil on Friday Dec 31, 2004 1:15 AM
poetry

Think of the moment when someone finds out their "true love" doesn't love him/her anymore.

Think of when Al Gore, bred for presidency, wins the popular vote and loses the electoral.

Grow a beard. Work it off.

When the rug gets pulled out from under you and you realize that there is no floor.

When the minute stimuli of a thousand little truths paints a picture of soft denial, and the levee breaks and your mind has no place to stay.

When the levee breaks you get swept in the current, and grab onto a branch. The branch is just in your head.

But you need something to hold onto. You cannot walk around all clothes and no body. So you make something, and apparition, and apparent appearance of what you think you are.

The man in the mirror is often absent from reality.