a few beers
by bruised
Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-06-27 16:20:00
before i come back, and sit in this room, made of metal and hostility, when the light hits the right spot, i feel it burn into me, makin me ashes, as i look into the whiteness, feelin the room close in on me, knowin, there is more out there for me, hopin to take the edge off, with a little bit of a buzz, knowin it won’t really matter, once words are thrown, and the lights fade into the night, with wolf howls and cricket chirps…