Sunday, May 6, 2012

if I were indifferent
                                shoes,
i'd walk away from here.

if I were a better walker
i'd be there already.

where? why there.
just there.
nowhere.
not here, but there.

not death, just gone
                                (away from here)
just life amongst my own.

not angsty teen,
or preachy elder,
just life amongst my own.

if i were indifferent
                               shoes,
i'd make better puns.

or maybe i'd make none at all.

who knows.

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