fly over my lazy attitude and
in a moment of desperation,
I shoot them down like hunters,
worried they might be infected
with memories too painful to
recall from my wasted youth,
where silence always lived in
a corner room on the east side
with expressionistic colors of
depression painted abstractly
on the walls of my thoughts,
absorbing light and leaving
hope on the floor with ugly
tan lines... gasping for air.
19Nov15
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