Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Empty Chairs

Festivities
Fail
To Fill
The




Empty Chairs
We float in seas of self-absorption,

We eat, we don plastic armor & mock death.

We are alone inside.


Empty Chairs
The poor may be with us always,
But must anyone go hungry?
Does it make us better?


Empty Chairs
"The rider slumps slightly as his horse canters to a happy waltz."
Brontë women went untested. Faulkner men went crazy.
Today we gas ourselves with fumes from the rot of $uccessssssss-
Empty Chairs
where
______
once
sat.

"The Little Match Girl cries into a yellowed kerchief

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