Thursday, February 18, 2010
Jekyl to Hyde
I'm a wise man. A wiseacre. A wise guy who knows when his life is worn, his heart is torn. I'm wise, hip to know when a bond is broken between my blog and my mind, between my Square and my Corner. I know what I become when my life is worn; a wise guy in disguise, a charlatan in chartreuse tears with yellow laugh, a Jekyl to a humourless Hyde.