Sad Poems : Alcoholic Poet: Sowing the Edges Sad Poetry.

Alcoholic Poet. Poetry Equals Distance Over Time.

Distance Over Time
Saturday 10/14/2006 10:33:00 PM

Standing in place. The statue on my face. The clown at my knees. Fighting with the walls for a little space to expand. Standing in place. Waiting for the edges to exhale. Let me move again.

Standing in place. Like the hands on a broken clock. Fooling everyone. Making them believe it's all about to happen. Standing. Swallowed by the wall. As it yawns. Waiting for the hour that isn't coming. Sleeping under painted blankets. So the shivers are concealed.

Standing in place. Arms crossed. Chin to chest. Watching the edges procreate.

Anywhere I stand. They're multiplying.

Standing in place. Following the edges.

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