so full of cliches

with each turn of phrase

or snap of the wrist

in the blink of an eye

a twist of fate

at this moment in time

like an axis of evil

these hand crafted lattes

of poetic justice

just slip through my fingers

right out of the box

and into the void

the great beyond

never to be heard from again

until tomorrow

the eternal return

same time same channel

and round and around she goes

and where she stops nobody knows

the time is now

and this is the first day

of the rest of your life

six of one

or half a dozen of the other

in a heartbeat

underneath the covers

like an embedded journalist

drawing you a picture

for your viewing pleasure

skating on thin ice

without a safety net

going with the flow

visualizing world peace

praise the lord

and blessed be

amen