Tuesday, November 15, 2016

from P.4 on Mon., 11/14

Stitch your lips with
the thread,
the thread of the
ones who took your voice
away.

Don't breathe, don't talk. 
Just watch in the 
loneliness of your days.


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Unknown people
cross at an intersection.

A chai tea meets a latte.

New friends make
awkward conversation.
Unknown strangers
hold hand in hand,

help the world
mend.


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Poet nobody,
Poet somebody.

Where is the love?

I don't know.
Right now, it's unknown.

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