Thursday, January 15, 2009

My favorite shirt said dirt

Candle scented candles
and finest carpeting
did not prevent me

I ripped my oldest
boxers to shreds

Story gulfs
and missaid words
since birth

Didnt help either

My favorite shirt said dirt
Storm Stains on it
Salmon

My favorite shirt said dirt

There are rocks out there
They say nothing
and are rocks

I am not a rock

I'm not what I was
or what I think
I am

There are old boxers
ripped, silly, old
laying on my pillow

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