Poet, live melancholically as
A man with one eye and full vision.
Ambition but no depth
Perception.
Poet, live longingly as
A child in the corner.
Watching mother's wrist.
Poet, live remiscingly as
A bird crossing the street
Via sidewalk as a ghost.
Poet, live unconsciously as
A murderer, staring down at
A floorboard. Not blood but—ink
On your hands.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
Poet, live melancholically as
A man with one eye and full vision.
Ambition but no depth
Perception.
Poet, live longingly as
A child in the corner.
Watching mother's wrist.
Poet, live remiscingly as
A bird crossing the street
Via sidewalk as a ghost.
Poet, live unconsciously as
A murderer, staring down at
A floorboard. Not blood but—ink
On your hands.
Poet, live sadly.
Poet, sadly alive.
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