January 2010
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to remember a sunday
she cages her intestines
he hurts his head
she is satisfied in flames
he is guilt asleep
they pick their women
he ruins his night
she repels the concern
he isn’t home
she strays away
he holds the coins
she impresses me.
counterstrike
there was this cat near the door
i chased it, and i chased it some more
till i picked it up and threw it away
eraser rain
there’s this image in my head
it is not my past nor is it anyone elses
but its there imposing its stand
that its real and it did, may it will
i yearn for it to burn, and mandate its own dead end
in the process, discard this uncertain present
commit my conscience to another summit
preferably impractical, never impending