Friday, June 29, 2007

Where oh Where

White walls surround me
My fingertips are burning as I press
Them against the wall
Leaving ten charred black spots
I drag my fingers down
Giving these walls new life in stripes
As if a new look could make these walls less confining

And in the distance a falsetto voice was singing
Getting closer,

“And our time is a ticking bomb”

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