Wednesday, January 19, 2011

10:33pm, 1/18/2011

10:33 words leaking
vibrating cellphones off the
page, or a shower I'm falling-
One beer and my nights really gone to hell,
a block of wood on wooden table, unprotected,
I'm too focused on slight color variations shriek at coffee rings
and spilt paradise.
The door bell rings. Your Pizza.

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