Monday, April 1, 2013

I do.

Who needs it?

I've suffered 29 years of ignorance
Now I am the black ghost
the freckled stranger
          finished with his teas
          and this
all lines are one continuously broken
     like talent & energy
     & confidence & belief
shit, the ageless need something to
hang on to
                to wait for in
dungeons of mind crawling hatred

my children need a swing for the yard
patches of gray
of make believe
of blue cornfields of mystery

Point me to the second half
I've got a speech to give--

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