Monday, January 23, 2012


Hallucinating more and more
I smell you in my clothes
I hear your voice through the dark
Knowing you’re not there

through the empty streets
tentacles of mist  longingly reach,
take a piece of what doesn’t belong
in a place that has none

a place remembering nothing
beyond where it has been trespassed 
dedicating our lives to intrusion
if only to fall to memory

if only for a short while
and I ask, what was this catharsis
with such a heavy price?
& never seems to carry release 

like drawing lots in some
future i'm willing to live in
Look out upon this barren desert;
nothing is ever enough.

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