Thursday, November 29, 2012

life without parole

if life itself were flowing out of me

and i was watching it pool on the floor in puddles of red

i think i would welcome that sort of surge

the grey is wearing this freedom-fighter down to a colorless nub

i need a jolt of pain or a shock of sudden glory

it's never good when imagination goes to prison without parole


I hope there are rainbow-colored cobwebs in heaven
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