Thursday, September 23, 2010


Pale white flash of the crook of a neck
I tried to cry but it came out as a cough
Yellowed lights in back alleys are killing me
And the bat is missing again

He bled out on the street that day
Moonlit sugar coated red
He wouldn't let me call the ambulance;
His last breath took my telephone

She was dancing to death
In rainboots at the party
Her wide eyed stare told me
She craved the attention

They told me, "Just this once
I'm ok being invisible"
They're out in the woods
Exploring wildness

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