Agonizing futility
Sitting quietly
Inner voice screaming with baseless rage
To sit quietly
Anywhere else
Dull droning
Incessant, nagging nothingness
Wasted, impotent speech
Devoid of substance
To sit quietly
Anywhere else
Dreaming
Beautiful, exciting, formless things
All around a maelstrom
Sitting quietly
In the shrinking eye of the storm
[2004]
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the sun shines brightly cutting through the haze into tight corners of the post-atomic daze the concrete alley floor, with its broken flow...
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for fourteen years i wished my father dead at the age of eighteen i buried him it would take another six years to be rid of his physica...
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