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jcollin
Poems
Dec 2011
existential mugging
My wit was stolen
in the shattered morning --
darkness robbed me of meaning
with its long, empty knives.
I search my pockets
for its incandessence,
turning out only absence
and a deep crushing sigh.
In the distance I see
others laughing, tossing
wit back and forth
like a shuttle **** at a garden party
sparkling, forceful, levity, bright.
I brush myself off
and walk towards them.
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