our small
Japanese
paper lamp
is on and
dimly lighting
the room
nearing 2am
me being
the only one
awake enough
to write
a few
words down
about this
single
moment
coughing
in the darkness
reading
travel journals
appreciating
the quiet
peeping the
cats as they’re
curled up
rehashing a
strange day
in memory
sometimes it’s
like the plane
is gonna
crash
but
it doesn’t
you spend that
time preparing
for your death
but then
have to go
on almost
as if you’re
disappointed
now they declare
the next dud apocalypse
in the year 2012
time will
collapse in
on itself
they say
they say
a lot
of things
sometimes anger is
like being
trapped on
a sun planet
you’re on fire
and surrounded
by fire and all you
wanna do is run
from it but the
entire
planet
is on fire
then it
goes away
you bring
the coziness
into the mouth of the room
the subtlety of
comforting
the blobs waiting
to become
words
in discomfort
we
try to
police everything
absolutism in
devouring gusts
collapsing houses
via mud slides
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