Friday, June 4, 2010

huddle and pray

huddle beneath the earth
the earth
 i fell so damn pristine

ode to the sight of the sky
the sky
 i am a mean machine

u missed my mouth
my ever moving, changing glance
u missed yr move
yr only chance

i feel nothing
i feel it all
some days short
but most days tall

i am the soil
beneath my nails
i am just bones
i am so frail

eager yet
powdered nose
feathered rage

if this is how I’m sposed to be
count me out
one, two, three

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