a tribute to tributaries

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
edited April 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
my blood type
is poison
ink typed
my sheets are thin
and i wonder
why i'm cold

and argumentative
the fact is
the facts are unclear

but i don't swim
i am current carried
to sand that sifts
to hearts that break
the walls between

on the pavement
i test my feet
glass walk
trot burning cursing
slamming fist-
fucking madness
on tables

change your tone
hang up your phone
the night is over
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Comments

  • tell the water
    to run
    not walk
    through poor neighborhoods
    where i am
    in fact
    in danger
    of drowning in sorrow
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