nothing new to report

something new is not going to happen
something old is just that
something in between
is what happened the last time and that fucked me all up
so there is nothing that is something
just the dangling of the shadows reflected in the window
dancing to the music playing outside my head

Published in: poetry | on May 7th, 2009 |
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