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
Thursday, January 15, 2009
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