Thursday, March 22, 2012


Razor nails of digits clenching sweaty palms
quivering knees plant my frame at still posture
with water fall b.p. on the rise and trembling jaw
beneath a dome of hazy sight by twitching lids

Dual whisper evil cricket voices
voicing theirs and my desire to finally act
I just need a cold shower...


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