Nostalgia,
or novelty would
propel me through the
“can’t sleep” streets,
but familiarity negates novelty
and ubiquity, nostalgia
so instead I look
for something to hold
something to push
deep into my pocket
but everything I find
falls to the ground
through my open fingers
my open grabbing fingers.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
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