poem 2 |
grass lying flat on my front lawn.walking on slick pavementclick; the gate.it is like I am opening a bag of chipsGrabbing at hope, hardly reaching.nails in my feet.love is on TV.I have an addictive p...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 18:06:00 GMT |
Passwords |
HahahahahahahahahaLaughing, bending over, holding my knees, my jeans are dirty.Greased fingers dig into my legI wait for the smile that brightens the cave.Ten people lay on the floor, only some have e...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 15:32:00 GMT |
