Sunday, June 29, 2014

Invisible

If you find the words here
Are cold uncaring frozen
Bits of time and space 
Drifting 
Aimless
Stumbling
Stammering
Blunt
Emotionless
Hateful
A pounding rhythm 
Of an out of tune piano
In some smoke filled bar
Where souls gather to forget 
In a time out of joint with now
A thing of past contempt 
For the smooth politically correct
Technology of unhurt feelings
Then go screw yourself
Into that world where those
Who are presented in third person
Dropped nameless in conversation 
Are immediately forgotten
And assume that nondescript 
Existance of empty space
Left on leaving this place
Unremembered

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