Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Saturday, July 4, 2009

I-Day Blind Boy

Explosive jammed in a bottle.

Not a reprimand, but a question and a caution.

I left it. It hung there in the faces unsure, but continuing to toy with the fuse, a little hesitant,

An echo of doubt, shadow the ghost of Superego.

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