Friday, April 17, 2015

two not recent items together now

Face down in shallow thought, one can drown.
The body was dumped in a mind, wrapped in a cement overcoat.
I’d like to see you get out of this one, Batman
My head wants to run, but I don’t. I can’t even stand.
I feel like I am someone’s broken leg itching under plaster. 
In the future, everyone will get 15 minutes of blame.

I talk crazy since your heart tied my tongue.


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