Sunday, September 2, 2012

A little prick

The building’s all crumbled like
A wedding cake left too long in
The glare of divorce it’s lost in
Remorse divested of appetite
& wonder but the shadow is
Still there in a shape redolent
Of better days before all the
Neglect & misunderstanding
‘Cause time’s nothing but a
Bubble encasing all existence
In a never changing routine &
All it takes is a tiny insistence
To raise us up from the dead


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