XX (A)
Almost carrying through
Almost carrying through
Some of the buildings
Like a ghost’s footprints
Brooks’s cigarette smoke
Carried across the corner
And across the river
Biding its time
Offering a distinctive
Double meaning
With each puff,
Telling all to hurry
The bloody hell up
Without having to say
Another word
Knowing he was
The middle man
Without wanting to be.
XX (B)
By the
end of the
Second
week
The
hunger was immeasurable
Asymmetric
in sweetness
Faces
crying out sometimes
Other
times not
Fashioned
in caculated pain
Touched
in sadness
Sometimes
remembering
The name
Lucas
Other
times not
Sometimes
endless tunnel;s
Cutting
deep into his throat
Blinded
in others laughter
Faster
Faster
Before
his blindness eroded
Whispering
in his ear
Stripping
memories
Into
poison
Then
hunger.
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