my eyes reply to one's demise
and gives me a sense of purpose
a shift in light, an appetite
for destruction that is deemed worthless
a spriralling down, around the town
to one empty but not so full bar
where i can gather, enjoy, and employ
in engagements that are not so afar
the morning after, through collective data
i find myself in a state of shock
a bead of sequins, a bed of onions
and one mantelpiece clock
to a night sky
- February 14, 2011
- alterEgo
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