sending you those messages

those things inside my head - call it poetry
haven't always been there,...















Thursday, October 27, 2011

intro

dream ’s falling down on me,
into pieces,
you know well,
-          what now?
find no way-out,
got to take it back, but how?

or stay right here, where i am,
leave the car, stranded,
& walk home, barefooted,
-          no gun,
there’s too much people here, watching, …

every tiny inch,  piece of my swollen body,
is coming closer now,
wait & see, taste my lips?

take this penny, nickel, - call it like you want,
and throw it,  
maybe some beggar will crawl,
but not me,
got some other things to do,…

join the others.




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