The cruel verb ignorance
Hangs tonight in stirred wake-
So what if I don’t care anymore,
So what if I now find myself alone,
So what if I wait here
For the simple twilight to arrive
And crush our vehement skyscrapers
With so much cosmology?
Take stride with me now
And watch how we,
As a city,
Run slow fingers
Over that void
Between 6:35 and 6:36.
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9 years ago
2 comments:
i told you you should write shorter! this one is amazing.
sure! it's in "official" manuscript form, submission ready rather than zine form. you'll recognize some of the poems but i'd be happy to send it to you and would love to have a copy of yours.
i'll facebook message you my address if you would like to do the same.
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