Saturday, October 23, 2010

Lying Naked

writing interferes with reading my little
mind spinning off in mid-sentence exile
inevitable yawning abyss faltering feet

even music isn't glue enough previously
eaten or factory food truth lying naked
linking minutes otherwise unconscious

comfort me and close my eyes when I
am gone one beautiful line among many
yearning to be heard by relatable minds

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