Sep 9, 2010

LATE COMER

Gathering stones to throw
to closed windows
It's that temptation of breaking the law
that keeps pushing me forward.
We're injecting chaos
so, there's enough guilt to the walls
slowly pushing them down
and there's
dust panic tar
and a withering sense questioning
if
age is the trouble
or
the trouble is age.

Unsatisfied comes next to my name.
Don't talk to me about belief,
I was promised a hurricane,
but,
I only got a breeze.

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