Wednesday, April 13, 2016

April 13


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  1. Secrets and Nightmares

    On the offramp I see a mattress to the side
    abandoned from sleep
    Liberated from sex and naps: the nights
    awake worrying
    Of all the days collapsed into exhaustion
    spent lying counterfeit ill to get
    out of work
    As the traffic edges forward
    I think how strange it would be to stop
    and collapse on it
    Let the cars go by
    Let the commuters think me insane
    Let the roadside dream me home
    Full of memories and stains
    of death and promises
    Full of secrets and nightmares

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