Words.

Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Why today?

It couldn't happen yesterday;
I have appointments.
And tomorrow's booked solid.
Why?
You really wanna know
why?
Things add up, y'know.
Time builds tragedy.
A trajectory that leads us
away.
Not home.
Home is for the heartless.
It couldn't have happened
yesterday.
I had appointments.
And tomorrow was too late.

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