Thursday, January 14, 2010

Burn Like an Addict

polaroids of lost times
birthdays, adventures, and common days alike
shuffled together and flickered
across movie screens in cold theatres
alcoholic memories defined
by urges that lose their meaning

when one is so tiny and insignificant
anything seems to be a delusion of grandeur
sans ego
illusions pending
lights on the veranda snuffed out
mosquitos resume their assault

sometimes skies seem to endlessly gag
on the smoke and ash that floats about
decidedly worse on each new morning
no resolutions sometimes, only failures
salty tears will accumulate on smooth cheeks
but some fires just refuse to go out

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