8/5/2005 - African Haze

That African haze glitters and bites

Breathing deep, drinking fear
More often that not time is laughing
He's with the opposition, dancing
Time and logic no doubt hypnotic gratuitous and indulgent
The loose cannon screams at me
Trust the chaos outside to continue

Apathy
Entropy
Moments exist on paper
Are mourned for dead
Missed when dead, forgotten
My own is a moment waiting to happen
Hot cold and smelling of fresh flowers