Sunday, May 1, 2011

How it came about...

Socks are wet, unmatched
one fan continues, no lights
revolving water flows, trickled
thoughts are blank
clueless
but still the pen glides
what to say
what not to
could open something
make it bigger
show everyone...
but who wants to hear
maybe a paid audience
I’m paying
Attention?

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