Saturday, August 21, 2010

Winters luring me in.
Her breath so soft.

and she has a specific set of instructions.
A mold.
I must fit into.


First she sends a shiver.
Then snowflakes, and they land on my bones,
Where they begin.

so while i'm shivering and shivering and shivering
distracted, focused at the same instant

everything just goes numb.
I can't feel,
and i'm waking up
and their putting me too sleep
and i'm waking up
and i wish i could really wake up

stop hurting.


A hobo sack full of brick gets old

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