Sep 22, 2008 19:55
seven year strong
not so much in the last
"you made that bed, now lie"
and so lie he did
through his teeth, parties unspent
lipstick smudges
ink blotches
but needle point is forever?
tangentle thoughts
all lead in one direction.
north? that's not right!
(too many cooks spoil the stew)
looking west,
i wonder
who's eyes you see the sun reflecting in.
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