Thursday, June 11, 2009

oh my, circumstance strikes
the interesting memories
from chance,
in some steady contemplation
holding shit from others
that was never meant for
them, anger struck a chord
ringing without my recollection
and focusing in on whatever
is the newest thing to hate,
listening to an old sound that’s
been shattered, looking down
in the thereafter, a chance and
haphazard impossibility
presented itself, where there
could have only been two
outcomes, a binary of one
or the other, the pendulum
sat constant and with itself,
strangely, it no longer needed
anyone, but is was a singular
stance, only for me, and broken
as soon as anybody else
had the wherewithal to notice.