Monday, August 8, 2011

poem of the day 08.08.11

august blooms

as
august
blooms

i sit here

going mad

fighting
with
everyone

by
just trying
to keep
the peace

it’s
this city
the stink
of garbage
and sweat

driving
us all
to murder

i
need
something
verdant

like mountains
like a field of grass

oh
i need
something

to
sooth
this asphalt
heart of mine

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