Thursday, November 12, 2015

build a sandcastle, build
an armored bunker, 
build,
build, 
build. 
peel the shell, dig moats, 
leave enough space to still be classified, statistically, 
as empty
on snow days or federal holidays.

an abandoned coat, someone else's
newspaper on the city bus, 
things you do not touch.
try to reach through my heart,
they will find nothing.


2 comments:

Olia said...

Your poems are incredible, everytime I read a new one from you that's all I think, these are incredible and that's all I have to say and feel it's silly to spam you only to say I like them.

cynical bones said...

i appreciate your comments SO much, please spam away when something strikes you, thank you thank you

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