a new temple

Modern Poetry

Meet
me

ageless

in
the
streets

we’ll
be bums
smoking
and
in flux

I don’t care
what the
price is
to
be

pure

as a
cigarette butt
burning out
in your
primordial
fingers

meet
me

to
announce a new
temple
for the
boundless:

a park bench
and empty beer
cans
at our
feet.

 

 

 

nihilistic poetry

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