Wednesday, April 4, 2012

3548. AT THE OLD KINGDOM

AT THE OLD KINGDOM
It's not about the matter. I can't king the Kingdome
nor marry the watcher's sister; and everything else
has, by now, gone down the drain. I left Seattle just
to be with you, and  -  spaced out fool that I am  -  they
told me as I arrived just then you'd gone. Two entirely
different directions, with nothing in between but expanding
space  -  like a vase whose flower had fled, a beehive with
the bees all dead, a void filled by nothing at all except more.
Void, Empty, Nothingness, and Space. Sounds like
my very own law firm from Hell is on this case.
Already I'm late for my sentencing date.

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