the first thing that comes to mind
is the drum drum beating beating
throb throb of
my lower left
leg.
peg standing up drunk and half high
tripping on acid. wasn't like
the first time when the stars
told me to cry
and Life seemed
to be teetering on the very philosophy of it being
there. wasn't
like the third time, mind racing face numb
truckin through the same old shit.
no, it wasn't like that at all. the first thing that comes to mind
is the drum drum
beating beating
throb throb of
my lower left
leg.
jw
2/21/09 3:00 am
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