September. 19, 1974
12:20 p.m. 
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Expressionless
Words are useless Time unsettling Voices in our ears are faulty I could say so Wish I'd said so Now I'm not too sure Hanging around Breathing inconsistencies Raving behind other people pulpits And then I find I have to face that person And words are trivial scraps Faces touching Breathing closer Names are nothing but a cinder If I'd said so You could say no Now I'm not too sure How can I laugh And make so many jokes Why can I live And people keep on yelling Why do I feel Like sitting on the grass And nothing's making sense Anymore
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