Thursday, February 9, 2012

The time bomb
ticks away
like the end of days
Sharpness of the Sun.
the signs are sacred
the line has been crossed
the evenings
the gin
taxis to town
and back
I retract
all my statements
except about art
from the start
I set out
to change things a bit
Others do too
and you...

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