Random Acts of Poetry
Premonitions
Comes the night,
several super-people
say they've heard
all about you.
They carry
knives, they live
in tiny rooms
above a loud cafe.
Feet pound
outside the door
before falling down
an abandoned mine.
Whispers
in your head breathe:
you might as well
give up.
A little child says love
doesn't bleed enough--
she's hidden her innocence
in the dark.
A far-away bell
rings, the front page
cries results
are in doubt.
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