Sad Labels:
sad poems
,
sad poetry
dirty eyes and borrowed skin. wear their passages in thinning parables.
far or near. torpid analogs concede the difference.
soiled clocks undo our beds. fetid answers spoil our questions.
oblivious animals chew on the curtain.
the fairy tale is the least of our deceptions.
we pull on the distance. spun by the wind.
our desolation the only thing unmoved.
our voices too abrupt. our feet too frantic.
we pull on the distance. tethered to the wind.
accumulating the miles.
near or far.
alive in fractions.
the road takes its time as it swallows us.
the pebbles in our shoes
waiting for answers.
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