Saturday, April 18, 2009

poem #8

nobody likes me
of all people on earth none is my friend
black night is falling
on my weary head

detritus is me
you know i'm right
less is more
in time all will be forgotten

kindness is an illusion
eternity is a consolation
so where do i go from here?
my path is unclear

emptiness beckons
out of

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