Saturday, December 1, 2007

GOOG Watch, or What Now, Baby Blue?

I commanded it to rise.
It didn't rise.
I complimented the lightness of its being.
It didn't hear.

And yet it hangs, way up
In the middle of the air, like a dancing sun
Drawing crazy patterns on my charts.

How do you like your blueeyed boy now
Mr. Jim?

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