The Big Bang was Inevitable
By mjpitts
Sat, 04 Sep 2010
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Walk to work,
curse the pitch
of gravel under my feet,
hungover again.
Sickening sun rattles
my conscience.
Emerge from
the underpass,
to find the old man.
Bent double like a diver
delicate on the edge of a board,
he raises his heavy head
and thumbs my crimson eyes
with a smile so beautiful
it swallows the world.
All around is darkness.
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some lovely imagery in this
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some lovely imagery in this poem
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