November 2009
2 posts
literary exercise
the days run until my memory blocked can not think clear living has been wasting time wanting to run to hide in need for salvation options must be made to care not for the past now we need to go grow old careless of joy knowing to have failed for this 24 years it is a long time the need to go clean to freshen up the life on the line
let it go
a village lives alone facing the yellow sky oranges lay down at earth monsters go out every night and the people pray from a deep grey dark moon the houses are full and landlords starve a prayer is sent and the people pay we are born like idiots we’re taught not to learn we are kept alive the village lives alone sucking living of the land the air out of children the fingers we’ve...