Wednesday, November 20, 2013


oh this concrete bunker you call a world

already has cracks in the foundation

you think you're forever... may be...but not your body...

not the sausage skin of guts and bones

ambulatory as a collapsing sack of potatoes

that tumbles into the cracks of your latest mistake

while the floor gives way...and you discover gravity....

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