Monday, November 3, 2014

from p.1 on Mon., Nov. 3rd


  • Red lips stained
    the glass filled
    with merky clay
    old water.

    laughter left the
    lips that left the
    marks.

  • The wind whistles
    through the dented screen.
    Distant giggles
    echo     down the now

    abandoned

    street.
    As my eyelids are dragged
    d
      o
        w
           n
    by exhaustion.

  • She stared at
    me silent,
    Her arms sadly
    slumped at her sides,
    Eyes speak more than
    words.

  • You looked at me
    through a computer
    screen and your pixelated
    smile traveled miles and
    miles to keep me warm. 

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