Sunday, May 9, 2010

apart of something

a great surviving disaster

grey-green eyed,
never getting fucked on saturday night
(or never getting fucked at all)

previously visited socially,
gleamed acceptance further
finishing table talk with glimpsed
at premonitions of future-fucking; somewhere
nice, somewhere public

long flat walk home, grey-black-grey eyes,
all of this happening isn't happening anyways,
no goodbye, pocket search coming up luck

in nodding silent agreement,
if you need me
just leave me a notice.

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