Wednesday, June 5, 2013


Apologia/Somewhere in Christiania

Spotting a seat at the end of the row,
I make the decision to give the people already sitting
The ass rather than the crotch.
Inching slowly, slowly
Avoiding feet and purses,
I whisper in low tones:
Excuse me, can I just get…thanks…
Uhh sorry…Excuse me…I have
No idea who I am anymore…
Sorry…Thanks…pardon me,
I’m selfish and I mean to be unkind…
Sorry, th-- thanks, agony is the sole entity
that seeps into my empty life like noxious fumes
Into a gas chamber. Without the
Agony, it is a ghost town, and there is nothing…
Excuse me…all of my heroes are
Desperate and tortured…
 Forgive me…I’m sorry…
Somewhere I have lost myself entirely…

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