Friday, September 18, 2009

LINES FOR SEPTEMBER 18

Sadness
rhymes with
nothing.

Tie your
shoes, head
to work.

Let go
again
every-

thing you'd
hold to.
Darkness

will take
the light.
What shim-

mers is
only
dying

ember.
I want
nothing;

nothing's
what I've
got - it's

enough,
enough,
too much.


# posted by Tom Montag @ 4:37 AM

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