Sunday, April 10, 2011

Best Concussion Helmets

kiss cry me tomorrow renga

















I cried in

penumbra

vacuum

the deafening silence,

to dry my memories.


I cried the crowd

Street

zombies to lose

in the labyrinth of solitude.


I wept until the skin

cracks began to carve

took root in

forgotten faded.


I stopped crying when

swollen eyes

failed to recognize.






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