Saturday, May 26, 2012
boom
did someone die, today?
most likely.
isn't that a difficult thing?
was someone born, today?
most likely.
isn't that a difficult thing?
did someone forget today?
undoubtedly, but certainly
nothing to fret about,
for the ease of days and
such choices of humans
are relating to, or resembling
a pile of sugar. throw a handful
over your shoulder and blow
the rest away.
did someone remember, today?
I'm never sure, and I would
like to know. is there a list
somewhere, of the people who
remember? I would like the
names and addresses of
those who never murder themselves.
accidentally, while cleaning the
gun they always hold steady,
the unmatched concentration and
consideration taken when they shoot
straight.
and they remember
how many bullets they've
stored so that their life
isn't a roulette of maybe
maybe maybe maybe maybe. boom.
let us keep in touch please,
because for the moment,
the
world
feels
like
those who never remember,
even though they were there,
and
me.
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