the sieve and the sand

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murder

this is for the ones i left unfinished

poetry

this is for the ones
i left unfinished:

fuck you anyway
i hope you are waiting
and shivering at an
abandoned bus stop
waiting
mouth full of cotton
i hope you grow real
legs
just as the sun sets
i hope you walk to
cedar
and put one in my dome
while i’m sleeping
peacefully

and then it will be
fuck me,
then.

November 18, 2013November 18, 2013 David X. Hugo Tagged fuck, murder, poem, poetry Leave a comment

point and shoot

poetry

catch memories on film
or
paint outlines on asphalt

July 9, 2008 Roger Mugs Tagged awesome, cameras, eh, guns, hope, huh, i, it, like, look RC how this poem has more tags than it does words, murder, pictures, you 1 Comment
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