pain's center

chadwick
chadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
alive not living
caged up & small
something like a parakeet
twisted sick wings
no fly going just clouds sometimes pass over

lifespan dancers file & fill razorblades
while a grandmother's wind up ballerina musical jewelry box takes a dive for the floor




for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce

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