Friday, December 7, 2012

Glass In My Hand

"I charged at the waves
with a glass in my hand

I was tossed like a ball
at the bottle stand

and I landed beside your
remains on the stones
where your cold fingers
wrapped around my ankle bone
while maybe ten feet away was a star
thousands of times the size of our sun

exploding like the tiny balloons
you'd throw darts at"

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