Monday, November 24, 2008

Atmosphere 11 - Fortuna

Mood: Gloomy
Sound Waves: Boats and Birds by Gregory and the Hawk

Lucky (A series)

Scrub out all the grime on top of
The dusty, fleshy cabinet.
The reddened sky, knife etched graffiti
Will be rid tonight.

So she says that she'll meet
Him first, not steadily recognizing
The stinging slap of the other's
Poison deep covetousness.

The fortunate bastard; Thinks that 
Whatever comes to mind, should
Be chiseled into his planned epitaph.
And there goes turned faces and beliefs.

What if they broke up? What if
There was already a gaping hole
In the presumed elastic fabric?
At least someone's listening.

Why me, you ask?
Instead, do tell:
Why you? It is not
Any different.

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