Sunday, December 26, 2010


wake up
to thin paper cocoons immediately undone,
their contents consumed.
the floor is littered with a terrible refuse.
and faces drain of anticipation,
as multicolored lights illuminate
fabricated smiles.

and then:

that's it?"
the offerings expire)
"it's not even what I asked for.
i needed more
than this"

the air is still and strange when
greedy eyes glance at sturdy walls
and stare at flawless feet.

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