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Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Im drinking like whitman
I must have left the burroighs faze
im in a daze,but thats because love is in the way
punch drunk,belly up
humilitys the name of the game
but im as humble as tsunamis rain
reign of terror for the error of my ways
old friends would stab me if they had a chance to see me again
so I sit in silence as the televison plays

1 comment:

  1. If your old friends are looking to stab you, it's so time for a holiday..

    I saw some footage from Fukushima plant the other day, of the waves coming in (speaking of tsunamis and rain) - the skies were soft and lovely, above the sea there.

    Thanks for the poem -