Apples 2
the sweeping violence of reality has teeth
and chews our dreams like gum
then walks around smiling at our weakness
the dreamers
the bastards
the usual losers
I'm watching for the indifference of the universe...
Is the killing of our ideals not enough?
Does the weight of remorse
need to accompany disappointment?
I'm afraid
the last apples in the basket might be rotten, too.
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