Thursday, February 13, 2014

Aw man, the ghosts
we built
(perfect timeship)

imprisoned by that faction of
ourselves that agreed
to be one

(build it out of rust
break it with sunlight)

It's like whatever that
praying mantis sitting on my
front porch (just waiting for me)
meant

Whatever that means


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