Friday, October 24, 2014

Unusually terrible, even for me, but I'm really beyond caring right now.



I'm done with writing
And saying my peace
And making flesh
From word
The shape I'm in
All poetry
Seems vulgar and
Absurd.

So instead
I bide my time
Not looking ahead
Or behind
Working instead
Towards some peace:
An empty heart and
Mind.

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