Archive for May 24th, 2013

Lunch in Empty Park

While the wind emptied my spirit
in the soulless park, while

many vacant, metal picnic
tables laughed at my loneliness,

tortured my Ill-founded sense
of being, while people, all dressed
in black, walked around the park
edges as if in Olympic parades,

I brushed my sandwich against
the rusty metal of my picnic

table, took a bite from that
edge of the sandwich, not

purposefully, and waited
to die without struggle.

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