Polby Saves, 25 december 2011
by Polby Saves
Moving, riding, dysthymically along
I semi-smiled at a girl on each block
Everytime we were made to stop
The attractive ones
The same broken clock
Giving the correct time twice
Once daily, again in the dark morning for twenty years
Christ
Sorry, no you don't qualify
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Polby Saves, 25 december 2011
by Polby Saves
Mid- afternoon shadows, casting onto cheaply painted walls,
Have always given me the doldrums
A depression really, that doesn't lift
Till the sun finally sets
Then it's merely a despondency
that starts to slowly relent
Much after Mid- night
Then I can start to sleep (... więcej)
Polby Saves, 25 december 2011
by Polby Saves
Exclamation points are little lies we tell each other
In this digital age it's easier to feign surprise or excitement
When in actuality, nothing surprises anyone anymore
Now - a slow disgust, apathy and scarily even hate
These things you can't disguise as easily - electronically
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