for the love of…

Posted: March 2, 2009 in Uncategorized
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it’s so lonely to live a life
whose only joys rest in conflicts,
whose friends lapse and idle,
whose words live ephemerally
upon the whim of your certainty.

the tears cried are my own
and i stole them from my
misfortunes, my misplaced
confessions, and rhymes
replaying sins remembered

sins divined, sins delivered and
misread, sins removed and forgotten.
the only chronicler is music in a
crowded space, inklings of sen-
sation, and a ghastly bulb of light.


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