Words.

Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Kiss Concrete

exhaustion rides long and hard
to east and west;
just want to
kiss concrete until
my face burns




kiss concrete
until bloodlust slackens
until the world fits
in my rearview mirror
and truck tires

*

crush the feeling
from my lungs
Manufactured by circa

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