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Jun 2012
He writes words on walls and
toilet doors.

Looping black texta with
measured precision.

Emptying out his importance in
tomes of acrid, sickly-sweet-smelling lapses
into hope.

Cascading the loneliness with litanies
of somewhere else
that pulses with a joy unfound.

Tales of intermittent dreams
and dalliance with beauty.

Strobing in translucent beams,
the light leaks through his
poorly-sewn seams

onto the toilet door.
copyright 2012, David J. Goodwin
Jun 16, 2012
DJ Goodwin
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