Wednesday, September 11, 2013

R. Clark Morrow

Lately — a special kind of lonely
that has nothing to do with absence —
is not the nausea of being alone

I will protest it naked with you
we can ink the moment on our trunks
and call it progress

They will say we have arrived at the future
when the future finally arrives
we will be too old to mark its significance


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