Find the one with the best packaging --
people would walk away in anger.
They looked like little spiders spinning webs.
They are giggling & woozy like they just got off a ride.
Humankind could learn something from caterpillars,
holding us even though we don't want to be held.
Not everyone wants to protect you, you know.
"Wow," I said & probably sounded dumb.
I am in a smaller version of a previous life;
my shirt is filling with blood,
a swift kick in the pants -- I can't say I like
starting fires. A good girlfriend would help you steal.
8.17.2008
Cento from NOÖ [eight]: 7/8/08
Posted by sdw at 9:13:00 AM
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