Those days

while Religion was taking back its language,
each arch of the striped canyons
denied my echo-

I became singular,
Finally acknowledging
the anemic space
that designed the distance
in our shape-

“Just one of those days”

an over-played security
that has asphyxiated
a mental history,
where the flies dance
over the metaphorical stench
of each bloodless instant

with pouting shoulders
the wall-flower hangs
with only a shrug..

“Just one of those days”

by SilentWords
posted on 10/27/2009