Monday, April 25, 2011

Now For That Whole Poem, And Then Some

As Houses

Heavy
shades
games
played.

Ablaze
in this haze,
summer days
are better off
far away, but
winter without
a trace.

We’re always
seeking escape
from the isolation
we create – the desolation
of your absence
is better off
than our single-celled
seizure together, untenable.

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