Saturday, February 25, 2006

friday poetry blogging - thirteenth edition...

(on a saturday)
the nuthouse - by me (broken ladder)

sometimes
you just have to go back

stand in that room
smell that night
hear those sounds
and remember

it really wasn't
very interesting then
either

but the days
and years have
gone by
and you've
misremembered
the ones before
to make them
magical

as if they weren't
days just like these

days
that only brought you
one step closer
to the end

and
it won't be romantic
or beautiful then
either

it'll just be over
and you'll finally rest

as if it were a saturday
and you were just
lying there

waiting
for the end
of everything

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