I could tell you of my bones
Aching in old weather
But green like someone
Has only just moved in
They bend and grow inside
Gnarled like old leather
But yearning with promise
Of sunshine to come
Pouring into my stomach
All lightning and acid
Chipping at my spine
Restitching it new
You cast me in a different mould
So my hands aren't where
My brain last put them
A new frame crammed inside
Churning beneath numb skin
So it won't show up in photos.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
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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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To slumber And not be tossed about Like an incomplete formula In the mind of a mathematician Is a good thing The solution Lies in reme...
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Late It's practically done, more or less Plus or minus it's my best Effort if you squint and side-eye It. I'm sure it will get b...
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