birch up to my chest

July 27, 2015 § Leave a comment

among the misfits. black, bearded, non photogenic or seen

whom amongst you and i has a job, doesnt have a regular place to sleep in, hasn’t eaten something warm from a blue monthly billed gas flame? you come out from under so rarely

asking as a game. philosophical word play. piƱata like colors lined up askew. juxtaposed alone. pale, bleached birch pushed up to the tables. to my chest

i see. hope you don’t see me. i do not want to talk. you either, i know. too many pitches competing. balls and strikes are the same now

leave me alone. stay in your thoughts. ill stay in mine


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