Monday, June 8, 2009


surrounded by loud distractions
I await my wings
my pure attraction
my glowing, fiery
strong desire
-my fire

I'm sipping cider
The bar is alive
I wonder how many folks
are wise
I love my eyes
I write with a pen
I do not like
I think my drink is dimming the
In my mind
I wish it would numb
The noise in my ears
I'll sit here waiting
until you return
you're outside having a smoke

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