flares

January 25, 2007 at 10:29 am (poem)

trip and fall, trip and fall
not that a knife in the back
matters at all.
rise and shine
just do not whine
get fair and square
your stolen share
fell stars break loose
thoughts drop
visions go to heart
images through blood
feelings crack your spine
drown in fear for joy
a bottle of wine
to rip apart
the nerves still there
to spread across
your mind’s last flare.

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