practiced at the art
of exclusion of those who
make everything wrong
they all have a ding
they're all banged up in some way
and then there are those
i try to inspire
candle's wick electric wire
don't touch leaping fire
i'll give it for free
and take it for free, when the
strings attach, i'm gone
fear of the unknown
possibility of pain
destruction failure
selfish demon lurks
i'm not who i think i am
we'll all be surprised
every second counts
i'm so impatient that i
eat green bananas
young sad high late night
you forget sleep is not death
there's another chance
Thursday, April 13, 2006
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i've never read poetry this exciting before.
each new one is such a tasty little morsel and i gobble them up so fast.
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