Sunday, November 10, 2013

Duke Disaster

How strange it is,
I cant seem to remember.
If it always felt like this, i mean
Maybe it did, cant say for sure.

A smile and a tear,equal measures.
Left ventricular hypertrophy.
Them funny goosebumps shoot out;
through the good foot i have left,into mosaic.

A dismissive turn of phrase,small little shrugs.
The last coal,blow hot,blow cold.sputterer.
a stone overturns itself,
uprighting,self-righting;rolling about.

Cant think of another verse.No more fingertip brilliance.

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