| "the bones in my knees are having nightmares" - thomson king |
[09 Feb 2006|01:20pm] |
something like life
is trying to kill me, & will
see, at least, its mark made.
definitely what remains
needs not my description
of it. the pavement arcs
to meet my shoes &
rhyme, today, cannot
afford schemes grand...
or plain...or median.
forward focus takes high
delight in besting my every
effort. how, in
deed, does this thing mis
fit the day? ...as surely as
it does, the meat of me may
quake as i am handed every
thing.
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