This poem was only good the first nine hundred and ninety nine times I read it

a thousand airplanes over
a thousand clouds,
covering the earth like
a thousand muslim women wearing
a thousand soft white shrouds.

a thousand airports in
a thousand cities,
hustling and bustling like
a thousand bloody pirates singing
a thousand dated ditties.

a thousand rebels seek
a thousand glories,
fighting for justice like
a thousand stronger heroes in
a thousand ancient stories.

a thousand phony chuckles for
a thousand lame ass jokes,
forced and ingenuine like
a thousand suck up friends for
a thousand fake ass folks.

a thousand marching armies blast
a thousand infant reveilles
loud and intense like
a thousand scornful spouses in
a thousand infidelities.

and still the world moves on
with infinite possibilities
seemingly endless like
a thousand pointless poems with
a thousand senseless similes.

WD - 1/25/06 1:09am