Friday, March 17, 2000

they cannot tell

comes in contact with so many
none of them sticking around
don’t know what he wants
can’t even guess
rereading the scribbling
of this man getting
older with every empty day
high in the tower
nothing makes sense
especially here
the clouds wrap themselves
around the area tight
unable to see through the fog
created here on another
empty night
probably out somewhere in Boston
he is at home hoping
for a full recovery
just needing something
to fill all this empty space…

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