Nowhere to go
at 11:42 pm.
Walking through an empty
Smith campus,
I pretend that
because there is
a locked room
where I keep all my stuff
my life is under control
and held in check.
What if all meaning
is artificially constructed?
I head out
towards Stop & Shop
to get some
cinnamon gum.
-Jim
1 comment:
I like this one. It's got a fairly nice rhythm to it, and it goes from concrete to abstract and back to concrete.
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