Friday, September 11, 2015

When It Was Alive

my instincts that hunted
for weaknesses
in the way we lived,
are waining,
disolving,
becoming neutralized

from age apathy
and the need to
no longer make a point,
take a stand,
wrong a right to a wrong;
why...   and who said
"what are distant streetlamps
under which prostitutes
no longer stand..."
hawking their wears
and uninformed souls
and who cares that
we never met,
never talked
and never decided anything
like we used to,
since it is just a game
that has no winners,
only distant masters.

29Oct14


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