Thursday, September 3, 2009


in an effort to run away from things,
i write about old times
and old things
and old faces
and old bodies
and old hearts
and old music
and old houses
and old carpet
and old, old, old.

until i finally have no memories left,
and i have to confront that same old dance.
and your mistress.
the empty cavity.
root canal gone wrong.

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