......

I stretch out my hand
And offer you, free
A fistful of silence.

Break not,
Like procrastinated promises,
This fragile reticence.

Let it become
The seasoned conversant
Speaking for us.

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Like sprinkled icing sugar
It frosts - our empty spaces
Ubiquitous.

With the shovel of
Your slick veteran filibuster
You clear and salt your pitch.

And i bury myself
In the warm wool of defeat
Like an embarrassed ostrich.

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I never realized I still had
Some skin left to be fretted
By my own relentless muteness.

March 16th, 2009.