Wednesday, July 01, 2009


joining the parade
as it snakes
through life

i swagger
to the front of the line,
my swash polished
and buckled around

my swollen ego
floating higher and higher
pushing and shoving
till it is caught on camera,
for all the talking
heads to admire,

my pomposity
joining the windbag band,
we drone on
and on, playing
a tune that is all about
amazing me;

turning the corner
towards the grandstand,
i glance back
there you are,

sweeping up all
the blustery dust
trailing behind me.

(c) 2009 Thom M. Shuman

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