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May 16, 2005
everyday
the sad days exude
they furnish us with blonde curtains
hung on jade hairpins
waiting to sway
on an afterthought
the sad days keep
all the synthetic blends,
the paisly patterns
with beveled tides
on the other side
of the bars
on the sad days
water falls from broken flower pots
from the rod iron balconies
that support them
working between stone
and concrete
working back towards
the earth
on the sad days
snippets of laughter
spill through the irony
that keeps you caged
and well fed
it burns through the facade
so poorly concealed
it makes
the sad days seem
like the only possibility
Posted by Drexler at May 16, 2005 02:39 PM