Sunday, November 1, 2009

grey bulbs illuminate hollow streets
they cast shadows carelessly
i stare alone with holes in my shoes
the wind blows clear through our soles

my poor sort of memory at work
wasted faces cross my sunken eyes
stale voices sound out of reach

i lash out, screem, eyes blazing
but not a one isn’t fleeting
quickly turned, they pull away in the wind

you will haunt me forever.



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