20 March 2012

Hollow Vessels

Fuck happy,
No stable emotion created more
Than well-cut lawns and polished floors;
No passion, no flair,
No mindless stare
Into the looking glass,
Peering through time,
Sharing oblivion through hapless smiles,
The statues of a clean, cold world,
The ever-present half-full glass,
The empty, hollow vessels of a love
Structured, organized.

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