"shortand" poems
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Watching
progress load
the home movies of strangers
I will never meet
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Listening
to high school ghosts
sing the same six songs
till my earbuds sproud
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Fortifying
castle walls
invisible mortar against
a vast and empty hoarde
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Checking
how you are
who you're with
holding your shortand
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Whispering
how I am
screening my life
when the phone won't ring
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Searching
flickers of signs
that you are there
reading this
and one day you
(we?)
will
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Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC