Sunday, 20 July 2014

1 New Poem

Pieces of Silence

Endured in the fading hubcap lights
of 2AM taxicabs,

skin sweat pushing in pulse time,
breath set to clock radio thump,

we shone, haze-halo and dead diamond
upon the windowpane's unyielding stare.

It was so simple before words came in,
before we told ourselves in truism:

to give off such light,
we must suffer a burning.

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