Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on July 25th, 1997 No Comments »
it is hard to say when the lie brings in the new day
when a little bit is too much and still not enough
and worse than nothing at all
when a mirror of distant voices and a blend of agonies
steal the truth from my breast and lie all the same, in time
Filed under Bad Poetry, Writing on July 8th, 1997 No Comments »
old leather seats, with velvet drapes and dirty windows
steady rhythm of the wheels as they struck the tracks
“attack… attack… attack…”
cigar exhaust hanging below the dim cabin light
and ashes in the aisle
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