Archive for January, 2010
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Delicate deliberate fingers
Bent crooked waving
Point the blame
You reserve the anger
the workings
of a snapped bone
and in motion
you chide yourself silently
To be the Man.
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Spine aint quite straight
sits a little to the side
cocked head
like a loaded gun
ready to snap, to whip, to blow
a whispy ‘hey’
cigarette stained throat
bang bang bang.