Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Monday, May 13th

  • Somewhere beyond
    the muffled murmurs,
    we sat and ate
    like everything was
    okay.

  • Primped and
    preened with
    definite
    discovery.

  • Days away to walk
    the line.
    A paper, a letter, a
    goal in mind.
    Yet another piece
    of tree carcass sheet.
    I'm drowning
    generating paper
    piece by
    piece.

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