Sunday, April 12, 2009
on a bench
The gibberish baby next to me
is scratching words into my skin
I have to get out
before I let him get in
A slant rhyme, a phrase,
a word a day
doesn't fill the schism
between the two "who I ams"
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment