Wednesday, February 8, 2012


Sorry for the wait
I wasted good thoughts,
pillaged deep needs and
struck out before I got to run
Run from this tragedy
That has become my world
broken and breaking
while fitting the mold
She counts the cost in green bills
I count in pennies, we fought with
fists, they fought with riddles
Racing wreck less and free
hiding from me
while swerving and ducking
her battles

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