Sunday, December 16, 2007

Two: Good To Be True

After straightening
His noose
The hang man
In a rare moment of retribution
To colour dye
With an optimistic yellow
The loose strands
For the next candidate

Sometimes you're so busy
Discovering new friends
You rarely recall the ache
You rarely recall the gentleness
You rarely touch the marks of a lost world

That gazes at you
Hurrying, from here to there

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