Wednesday, September 24, 2014


a near-sighted

guardian angel

mistakes my wound

for a bird's tail and salts it

so openly blighted

I yell like hell

but the angel's deaf as well and no sound

I make can ever halt it

I guess I'm supposed to thank you Lord

I'm always gored but never bored

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