Tuesday, April 1, 2008

The Fool's Revenge

I promise I will be there. You have to wait. Walk around if it takes more than an hour. Or two. More than your street of patience. But not so much. Do not appear like a panting dog, salivating. Or like a dunce on tenterhooks.

You should know better. I adore you.

It is probably obsession. Like eating chocolates when you know there is always the expanding space for fat. It is never infatuation. I do not fall for those temporary tricks. All substituting. Always. I am habituated by your words. I know they are not the same. The every day is not the same. That is why I am affixed to it. The poison changes its flavor.

Bear the heat. I will not take long. You can ignore it. Like a fruitless tree that provides shade. Like unhammered nails in a coffin. Like this day that fools will never forget.

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