Archive for July, 2013

Wednesday

worth celebrating
— for they are all we have — our
unexamined lives

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Tuesday

me and Bruce Springsteen
— it’s not going to happen
except in my dreams

Monday

if a plant’s smell is
its voice — what strange, half-human
cry of discontent
lies struggling in the rotting
vegetation after rain?

Sunday

stabbed in the back by
shame — I can’t grasp exactly
what I’m guilty of

Saturday

dignity damaged
beyond repair – see how I
yet can meet your gaze