Friday, December 03, 2010

poem a today

MOOREEFFOC

Dickens called it mooreeffoc,
when the mask of the world slips
and its true face is glimpsed between
those frantic, fluttering fingers, and
we have all struggled in reflections;
so what is the word for calling true
that which cannot be? for seeing mooreeffoc
and saying coffee room?

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