3.09.2012

march numbers racket


in a city of three million
he hadn't spoken to anyone in three days
defeated by a stranger's glare
he slunk back to eye's down line walking
in his fifty seventh spring


in response to melt.

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2 comments:

  1. Human Paradox13:49

    Thanks Robert. A great response. You capture here the isolation I was thinking about.

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  2. temporal rooms14:14

    i felt it H.P. that bit you did cut me hard and fast.

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