shadowLife, my like-life
follows, one against the ground
and who can understand
the tall-standing one?
in light, together like-be,
at night, absorbed within me
an asylum for two-sided coins
where lifePocket holds a hole
a hatch for escaping Life,
and beauty falls beneath
rushingBusy knees into that
sewer of busy street-life
:: 10-01-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 