Sunday, November 18, 2012

Pathetic Justice


The room was stagnant
and still and
somehow piercing.

(I had a really great line
for this part, but I forget)


There was something
stirring inside me

but I had become accustomed
to these inconveniences.

I looked over
to a bleak nightstand;

“separation happens in life”


… wouldn't it be nice
if we could shake life up

like a snowglobe

and redo everything
every now and then?

[insert great ending line here]

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