Wednesday, April 14, 2010

No feet

I have failed to see assorted power lines for weeks.
Walls painted with organs of
music and
tubular strength
possibly from wasabi or from gold

I was recently rubbed by this gold
twice standing next to each other
little did they know they were enemies
no trust in here for you
you deserve much less than caffeine

if you ask for it while waking up
you wish you were inside not knocking on doors
you unsafe in your orange ugly safety vest
can always be misleading for me

There is a tangled mess of hair in my speech
I fail to communicate it once more.
Good evening..

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