Sunday, November 14, 2010

There Always Seems To Be Time For The Bad Mood


It is not
it is not 
it is not enough
to be pause, to be hole
to be void, to be silent
to be semicolon, to be semicolony;

fling me the stone
that will confound the void
find me the rage
and I will raze the colony
fill me with words
and I will blind your God.

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