by V. Blake
i could just sit here, you know.
i could pontificate about ways and ways
of sweeping away the filth of the years
that will have amassed in the meantime,
but the urgent futility of the task at hand
would demand of me the very empathy
that i had to sacrifice for the credentials
to give such advice in the first place,
and the memories you forsake in my audience
will pass you by with even more disdain
than tourists swerving to dodge roadkill.
so i could just sit here, you know.
Posted on 05/03/2010
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