the cracks in my windshield remind me of spiderwebs i have swatted away in the past

walden freemanwalden freeman Posts: 511
edited March 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
lighting my shoes a new shade of orange
flames presents the question
posed for a picture
like girls in a hotel or
i could ask for the check but
what do you say when you are stuck
rifles down walking to see the wounded
pace the hospital, poor sport
the medical bills will outweigh
reality tv has not suggested
we change who we are
every day
the sun sets only minutes earlier
if you live by the hills
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