Friday, May 8, 2015

# poetry - Thirsty

So pour it out that lasts a minute
Ketchup rain
Going in circles being a train
Almost behind just catching on
To many believers all smiles
We need somebody to rule themself
I mister twist the jackal feet like a crow
Stitch marks all over otherwise smooth sand
And now I'm thirsty for coke

1 comment:

  1. it always takes more time to pour out a glass than to fill it up... like how it takes much less time to fall apart than to put oneself back together.


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