

Borges and i II.With the violence of hope Comes loss With the loss of hope Comes violence These two things, intertwined Yet, paradoxically, estranged Tear me from my brother Their glances splintering the glass of our gaze Their voices stifling ours.Borges and i II.


Broken Rhetoricnotes of laughter trickle through your black haired head like the sound of those wet shoes sloshing through a steam-clouded puddle on my street cornerBroken Rhetoric
cast-off wrappers read off hard rock anthems, their lyrics burning
back "hey shut up", i munch on my vinegar soaked hot dog, the taste of the nitric acid reminding me of those last summer days, their quiet images searing news flashes into my memory
"you're a star" hums off some street radio, and amidst the strobe-lighten waves of hands, a nearly drunk stream of jet fuel soaks the half-tired masses
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.snort.
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- We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold. -
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