09 May 2018

a title perfect to itself


different shift in the café
night and the readers          afternoon was chatters
alone in the book            dark keeping like a purse
                                    the many many coins of the humans

where is the button to press that will solve
all problems at once? blind spot
between goliath’s eyes
my final intact friend
that’s ok                                             minimalism suits me
I carry a running library from my mouth                          my friends
are thin as screams
I stare then with the vendor                       I share then all each other
and they leave me astutely

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