7:14, dirty pigeons, nicotine, dirty thoughtsA Poem by Tkess
Movements slowed, thoughts drift, head lost Whisky drank, punch-drunk, room dark Streetlights on, TV off, radio low Nothing’s right, everything’s wrong, nothing left Snow falls, ghostly blanket, minds dull Cool chill, cold shoulders, hot air Fevered tips, evening unravels, descends uncoiled Float on, the night, handcuffed Goliath with David mask, self-defeated Ending’s swift, beginning’s brutal, self-flagellation Moon rises, night falls, I sink
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Added on December 20, 2011 Last Updated on December 20, 2011 |

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