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September 06, 2005
singin the blues
mildew snow flakes
lace the only frame of light
in the room
the scattered remains of my life
fit inside a tissue box
like the confused junk
on a clearance table
at the ninety-nine cent store
I watched the news
through a hole in the belly of my t-shirt
all they show
are the same worn images
of my dead city
they say they might have a time frame
on the resurrection
in about 6 to 8 weeks
once they drain the water
and corpses
from the streets
that gives me enough time
to sort through the illusion of options
that I lack the stupidity
to possess
Posted by Drexler at September 6, 2005 08:14 PM