Friday, January 19, 2018

from p.4 on Wed., 1/17

Cleats stomping
on polo grass
as mountains tower
in the background
alongside
palm trees.


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The clouds cry
over a black and white sky
while the
sun
hides in fear
of its
sorrow.


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As the waves crashed and cracked
against the black, sun-beaten boulders,
a face,
too badly beaten to make out,
climbs over these stoic rocks
to gain a view of the massive expanse
of water before him.


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Bleak walls littered with
pseudo-inspirational posters and
meaningless bits of information.

Painfully fluorescent lighting
reflecting off bleached tiles that
hurt my eyes.

I'm so tired.

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