examining a blank wall,
is a cheap excuse-
broken teeth upon the beer bottle,
just past cracked lips
with words spoken so quietly,
whispered but resounding,

for blank emotion,
for emptiness,
take a sip and
learn to understand
these are for the moments
reserved for staring at nothing;

and this excuse, it extends
past the market down the street, past
that man who is walking
(he is no one, anyway)
and as you gaze down that infinite road
your words pass through

those cracked lips,
into the greater picture,
the man appears suddenly
ever awaiting your echo,
untouched and unharmed-
but that will never be-

and as we wind and unwind our stories,
take them down and look we are still
examining a blank wall.

01/20/2005

Posted on 01/21/2005
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