Tuesday, September 29, 2009


I remember that silly look
The sound bangs mindless
As if it wasn’t after all
An empty room.

Every bottle speaks
Of unseen hunger
A thirst for something unspeakable

I replied
With a short straight glance
You rush to your ipod
Like a lil boy,
suddenly looking for his toy

Merely I could give a laugh

This moistened glass window
has its own scene anyway.

Smoke’s eminent from cigars
Some getting jiggy
while shooting for the billiards
Yet at the corner I could see
Lovers in passionate cling
Isn’t it a grand movie for free?

Or am I just addicted
To what I wasn’t supposed to be?

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