Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Crime of Recognition

you say you've got nothing
that I can take from you,
but you forget I'm no Howard Roark:
your presence is something too.

I can steal the weight
of your eyes falling on me.
where to may others just look through,
and nothing do they see.

you say you've got nothing,
nothing of value to me.
but you forget who I am:
I'm Peter Fucking Keating.

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