Sunday, December 28, 2008


Looking for the pay day... Got popped... Play ground scoundrels romped...Dread bled fled...Lamp fever bed...Cartoons afternoon boon to consciousness...Next day dawns... heart rubs abrasive against the morning light...Pea gravel in tennis shoe gray ghosts...Forgetful breakfast...Every shadow a gallows...I’m smaller, smaller, smaller, invisible;For life.

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