The game is over
and they killed you in the game.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Poem 14 / Poems for You Who Would Never Hear
Of the chairs
none were missing,
we set the table
pulled the chairs forward
placed your photograph
over your empty spot
and stared at each other
like some horses that suddenly
listen to the faraway shivers of an oncoming quake.
none were missing,
we set the table
pulled the chairs forward
placed your photograph
over your empty spot
and stared at each other
like some horses that suddenly
listen to the faraway shivers of an oncoming quake.
Poem 13 / The Gardener of Hell
I like the nighttime rain
midst of night
bright lamps of parks
and a car that is rushing away
at the speed of life.
midst of night
bright lamps of parks
and a car that is rushing away
at the speed of life.
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