Friday, May 13, 2011


sometimes i just can't do it -
face that bottomless copper pit -
burned black from decades of misuse-
dangle in mid-air like a side of beef;
my core impaled on huge metal-
getting pummeled by the fists of fury that are
my rare memories,
my insights,
my depravity and
my windsock -
strode upon by men and women
of all creeds and colors -
designated terrorists taking aim at my heart -
but they can't get me.

not yet anyway.

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