Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I yell, NO! at myself
And then it is hidden
When the sidewalks are wet
I roll my pants up
Look away from passers by
Nervously Smoking
Nervously lighting up another
What am I going to do with myself?
Clean and clear
It goes on inside
Inside my head waiting
Water drips on my eyelids
closed and wandering

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