1.
The trembling of a maple tree:
Autumn buries spring.
Not everything
Hoped for came to be.
2.
The future happened and was not a sum
Of my earlier projections;
Newer directions
Proved I took stock in the obscurely dumb.
3.
If a pathway to another life
Could be fashioned immediately
I'd have no need to be
Treading the edge of a knife.
4.
The crooked palms, the bleached concrete—
All mine. My eyes have usurped them,
Just as the hacked phlegm
Of a *** supplants the street.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
1.
The trembling of a maple tree:
Autumn buries spring.
Not everything
Hoped for came to be.
2.
The future happened and was not a sum
Of my earlier projections;
Newer directions
Proved I took stock in the obscurely dumb.
3.
If a pathway to another life
Could be fashioned immediately
I'd have no need to be
Treading the edge of a knife.
4.
The crooked palms, the bleached concrete—
All mine. My eyes have usurped them,
Just as the hacked phlegm
Of a *** supplants the street.
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