Poetry is a sport. Where everybody loses.

[quadhome]

Saw it coming; my cab slipping under the back of the van.
Flew forward; shouting because it seemed right.
Felt stupid; knowing there was nothing to shout about.
Logorrhea; tweeting when all I wanted was to call a friend.
Scared. Alone.

Comments

[edwinruleall]

never alone.

[quadhome]

Where are you? What are you doing?

[quadhome]

I got this advertisement before the music video.

It's worth two and a half minutes of your time.