I've strapped my anger to the
innermost molecule, it is larger
and smaller than I but
certainly stronger, it will not be
denied.
But, for now, I pretend it doesn't exist.
Yes, my days are long, what with every
imagined battle fought with pillows
and baggage, my mind is bruised from
all those violent shadows,
so my nights must be filled by my intellect.
For we smile at each other all day long, believe it or not,
such a crime against the both of us,
the innermost molecule, man.
There is no denial without knowledge.
Monday, August 3, 2009
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