Saturday, March 19, 2011

". . . ..all's a stage."

i wish i knew how
to read your mind
but i think i'd hate
what i would find

backyard secrets
buried deep
and funny money
in a heap

you always said
you didn't care
you'd get by
someway, somewhere

the last train out
would not depart
until you fired
your final shot

2005

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