Monday, August 29, 2005

2 WET CAPP

I tried to write a little something
but even I couldn't stand to read it,
being that it was a laundry list
of everything I do these days
to keep my mind occupied
so my heart will sit silent.
So that's what I'm left with,
just the taste of a thought
lingering on wine-stained lips,

a "Trapeze Swinger" sung softly.

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