Saturday, September 28, 2013


There were times when he
would wonder what could have been.

This one time under
the tiny moon high,
almost full but so awful-
cold on cold night time
draft bringing the frost
of the pale thin aired morning
this after the last
the same old same old
and he sure saw the one way
he might go as toothed,
sharp needle bright toothed
and better to be stalled out
right here than to go.

‎September ‎26, ‎2013 2:45 PM

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