sâmbătă, 21 aprilie 2012

in the rearview mirror

fifteen minutes into the new year
the war of joy the sparkling wine
no room for thought stayed hidden
fires above the murky street
dogs bark for momentary colour

there were the tribulations
the pitiful monologues
preaching good - and good only
to thin air and dry-eyed stone
it all ended last year

relief like water on my skin
flurries stir and flutter
i was afar and adrift in the middle
the pain felt closer as I got away
my own eyes in the rearview mirror

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