I beat you to the punch
and I lunch on collectable
insults gathered at my feet.
It’s a frightening sight as
mirrored walls peer back
in silence. I bake in light
reflected from the sun and
step on old coke cans and
spilled pill bottles while
trying to enter the sunset.
I smash and bash the glass
for staring at me with bright
moonlight on a starless sky
and use the most broken
piece to pray for a red
calendered day where
I watch the dawn from
some parallel place that
otherwise would never
touch me.

10/24/2004

Posted on 10/25/2004
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