I big bang
my muffled drum
wound tight
in pitch
imperfect skin
shade the day
in grays
and greens
and ever present
blue
and I split
each coming
morning
mourning nights
gone (on)
too long
shaping my sore
songs from
tongue-touched
dream-ground
teeth
my roots betrayed
by the crumbling
earth beneath
the sound is
making strangers
of acquaintances
















Comments
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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an antique arms and armor expert
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Adventure is just one mistake away
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an antique arms and armor expert
im most fond.
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"millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon." -susan ertz
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~Those talked over oft times make the best writers.
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yeah, I'm one of those "I really like this, good job!" critics. So sue me...
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making strangers
of aquaintances
(but acquaintances is spelled wrong!)
--
an antique arms and armor expert
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an antique arms and armor expert
and thanks for the typo catch
as well
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an antique arms and armor expert
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