Saturday, March 01, 2014


This is not my doing, this
vehicle, this road, this
night, the poor visibility
of a few beers, the body
which didn’t penetrate the
fog.  This is not my doing,
the crowd, the rush of
bodies, the rifle, the bullets,
this is not my consequence.
This is not my doing, the
worry at the rope between
reality and games, that
moment when consequence
rears its ugly head, ogre,
devil, the devolution between
act and responsibility.

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