Saturday, November 16, 2013

Encouraging the Burn

Disconnected pieces,
from the same fragile things,
trying to erase the madness
but these kind of stings
linger and stay, they seem
to leave a stain and when the
flood gates open there is
surely no reasoning...
For the tide is high and always
changing, for the elements
are forever deceiving. And
there is no means to an end
while we're here, patrons in a
deathly scare, an audience begging
to look a different way,
we're circulating in this tailspin.
And while the mayhem continues
to unfold we try to harbor
mixed emotions in the centerfolds
of old photo albums we're
encouraging ourselves to burn.

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