Sunday, November 13, 2011


What do I have
to worry about
in an era of peace?
Just death
and arrangements.

As usual I open my eyes
at four am for my customary
waking dream compulsion.
In foresight, in
frantic planning.

In an era of peace, another mind
worries. I am
absent and someone
disposes of me, whole
or pieces.


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