Sunday, May 26, 2013

Note to an Android

Flesh knit closed over bloodless wound.

Hit a guy's foot with the broom,

he goes back in.  Getting high

is not the sin.  You don't ask, "why";

no one's entitled to that.  Spat

your way before.  Sore, and apportioning blame.

There is a game you're not allowed to play.

Be grateful, do not what we do

_____but rather what we say.

City kid, you got balls.  You know there's no grace

_____from which to fall.

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