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Issue # 5 September 2011
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Luke Stromberg


Tritina for a Useless Dreamer

My days are free to live but empty, cold
as icy railings– all our useless dreams.
The nights? The nights I hardly notice pass.

I'd like to meet a woman, but they pass
me by for other arms and leave me cold,
looking for a place to bury my dreams.

You know as well as I the worth of dreams.
The future offers nothing but the cold.
So you can watch the door in vain. I'll pass

And pass my dreams on to the cold and dead.