Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Monday, August 13, 2007

I will die (thanks to Olga for this stolen title)

I trip over a small crack
on the Alameda
and there it is, that
sock-in-the-eye of a realization
that at some point,
sooner or later,
I will hit the ground.

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