Waiting to Collide


stables
March 30, 2009, 11:59 pm
Filed under: art/writing

hank’s face down
on my floor
again

another night without
drinking or
fucking or
wanting for

too proud to be poor
with holes in our shoes
spirit in our glass
and something warm
to grab in the dark

minds
like wild horses
wasted
in stables

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