Sunday, August 21, 2011
Your absence changed the look of trees.
There's a great unfocused fury;
Too angry to eat and then cursing my hunger,
Wanting only to feed my tribute rage.
As awareness registers, one knife thrust at a time,
There is no reason to go upstairs to relax,
And I may have to buy a new remote control.
Good thing I didn't hit the big screen.
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