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second in line

Posted to Action Poetry




the quarter left square off the dead moon..tonight i see the scarce quality of what silence is like..i want it..revel in its peace..a quarry to no more first conversations..no anticdotes for laughter..no quick lines..not on my feet with sales calls ....the prostitutes hell out of sequence.. i'm tired too...the scales large massive in quantity.. the hunger just idle...disapates with momentum..to push harder..resolve in antiquity...i'm ready with cigarettes to sit in blackness from time to time..calling me home with cynical harmony...i'm here..just wait one last minute i gotta finish this then i'll be there..my right hand throbbing with overworked pain..i'm tired but don't sleep.. when i don't want to wake up anymore...to put my face on for this world weve learned to hate..only to love the outcome