the painstaking today

poems by conor o'bryan

Wednesday, October 05, 2011

world

it's time now, and i don't feel it
i feel the city crashing down
the excited scream of an
awakened populace yearning
for destruction, for entropy to
take effect
for the whole damn world
to go away when we ask it to
and we're asking really nicely
so far
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