tumbling

December 12, 2008

crish crash clashing,
slamming into stone walls and beating
hands bloody on napkins with novels of
thought and anonymenity jotted upon them.
solid stool posing as gifts
scented in a disguise known as affection.

several footprints lead away
bedsheets stained and cut and missing
nothing new
nothing clean
all is blue and mean.

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