Empty Days

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

empty days
staring and smoking
the ash of the day
staring and smoking
into the ash of day

the most likely pigeon,
our daily jagged
Tele-
Gram

flag that’s floundering

restless fingers
over-
written

unto yourself,
moment of
day

son of Vergil*, worldless**

otherly index
pointing
the way

ThingsGo
Vroom

Time limps by
in randomness

________
*true
**not so true

 

Written by Bogdan Puslenghea
Picture Nick Victor.

 

 

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