Archive for August 15th, 2013

Dark Day in Bright Cafeteria

My music cannot overcome
the diseased cacophony
of a shaky cafeteria, and today,
the sun is more grand,
more yellow on the milky granite.

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The Chairs in the Windows of the Tall Hotel

Sometimes, the chairs are all
in the same place.
Not always.

When they are,
I become disturbed,
feeling all of the people gone.

The hotel windows become
the universe, and I feel
lonely, frightened of the day.

Today, none of the chairs
were in place, and the chaos
stabbed at my body.

The puzzlement hung on my
shirt sleeves.

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