Sunday, November 4, 2012

Sunday Poems


Two poems.

St. Patrick's Day

Don't tell me I'm not special.
Don't tell me I'm not unique.
You don't even know me – it's not your right. It was never your right.




Time
Nothing is different, everything is the same.
But it's not.
That's odd. How did this happen? Where did we go?
The time machine, dammit. No, that's not right, either.




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