crossed feelings in
perturbed beings
acute sounds
with lost meanings.
I am in this place
stuck in the dirt.
forged tickets can't
get you home
while beside you
flies the crowing horn.
lost causes like passports
are only intinctive injuries
struck mountains temporary installements
without each lost joy
a hole in the brain
9.17.2008
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Cool poem :)
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