Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Monday, October 28th


  • Leaves flutter by like
    snowflakes in a breeze
    the smell of the air
    is fall. But the feel
    is winter.

  • Looking.
    Watching.
    Seeing.

    Stars.
    Blur.
    Thinking.

  • Cowboy killer kills her
    as she whispers vapors
    of lives.
    My teeth clamp a
    cancerstick
    as my mind sorrow
    spits tears from my
    mouth

  • I shouldn't have gone.
    Why did I go?
    It was awesome.

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