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Wake me when we get to Mars

For I’m just too busy right now; replaying sad songs

and curling nostalgia like a winter breath

around my bruised fingers

Oh God! – here I cry out to the one I could never believe – it is broken

I broke it so long ago.

Now I cradle its lifelessness in my emptiness

A rag-doll torn asunder by the jaws of my own life



(and now tonight – one like a cold lover – hangs gently from my rain and fingers’ vice-grip loosen ever so dangerously)



NJP 3 April 2005