Friday, August 12, 2011

Postbox

Map my footprints,
Stomp and rip then fold
Slip into the envelope in pieces again
But let my humor wander free

Stick a stamp on the corner like a sticker
Of this uncharted memory
To let linger this sour tragedy
& let fall, to falter-

Fate lies inside the redness
Into oblivion with others
Punched, some printed on, in black and blue-
Just like me.

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