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February 2, 2013 by Wayne.

Most of the ‘poetry’ I write here are on the spot garbage, so I decided to save some of them into Google Docs and try to mine some gold. All of them require plenty of rewrites and edits. I’ve looked at this particular one about three times so far – still needs a good deal more work but here it is right now:

stripped the world of all its complexities
and i was left with you

pulled the shadows from the moon
tore words from the dying beggar
contorted limbs and blackened skin
took nothing more than what i asked for
gave nothing more than nothing at all
and yet:

i thought i saw you standing by the corner stall
then walking through the door and into metal casings
on to inclined chairs and tiny beds
and the hall doors that are usually locked but now are just
kind of hidden since no one walks through the dark corridor
practically no one
so, hands on shoulders.

i guess i got swept away


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