I have time of a kind on my hands today
Seconds sliding over skin
Counting down till - almost gone
Minutes dripping off my fingers with
Tick Tock Tick
Like clockwork in my palm
Sunday, January 25, 2009
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Sometimes my brain pukes up nonpoetry. This is where it lands.
1 comment:
I really like that last line. Really.
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