songs for empty rooms
and words for no one,
in particular. we are
dead poets and deaf
musicians. artists;
scribbled on paper
napkins in diners.
these were other peoples
words once. used for
love letters and
whispered nothing at midnight.
certificates of birth,
death and failure, and
poems to remember by.
you can keep your words,
and their hollow sounds.
head against plaster -
brick wall and mortar
keep banging and you'll
forget it ever hurt to wonder.
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you, boy, are beautiful!
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