Monday, December 08, 2014

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Pain, like blue is the
strap of night, the goulash
of darkness...
          —Joseph Ceravolo

Insomnia now.
Each mean word
rings hollow,
echoes in my
head, never
stops ringing,
echoing.

No more
dance dance.
No more all
is well with
the world.
More apoc-
alyptic,

meaning
when will
it end, the
world, this
pain, this
need, this

senseless-
ness. This
senseless
apartment.