Sunday, December 20, 2009

My Life

Black lip stick and wet cigarettes
Box of match sticks and no lighter fluid
Just do it, Nike
Hands riddled with premature arthritis
Arsenic writer
Late night sessions with electronic type writer
Glow of an empty soul, sewn up
Reflection in the mirror, blurry
In need of corrective licenses
Heart heavy like a long drop
Perspective faded, truth lacks relativity
No Albert Einstein in my presence
Laughs, hugs..... shrugs
My life

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