Sometimes I Find...
Posted to Action Poetry
by SeraRojas on 2001-04-13 10:07:00
Sometimes
I find..
slippin on muddy bodega floors
in the middle of the winter
buying needle bleach
while its raining hard outside
Sometimes
I find..
im looking out the window
and the rain still pours
watching a sepia toned city
an old photograph
soaked and left to dry
Sometimes
I find..
someones fucked with my head..
it's all been a lie
half past midnite
pacing wooden floors
and I'm losing my mind
