Fake plastic teacher
Skin-of-his-teeth-deep smile
Fake plastic laugh
Last of the Russian dolls
Inside him inside him inside
Without words to ask
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
It could have been sometimes
It never turns out green
It's maybes on the whiteboard
Reality is what it seems
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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