Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Jemmy twitches a tempo in the same street weathered ebony of my heart daddy.
He dissapears between cracks in the wall.
Crack.
Milk brown eyes drown deep,
an invisible life.

I touch a name.
Existence.


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