Monday, October 26, 2009

In All Honesty

A serious response to difficult subject matter:

Tingly bugs dance there way right up from my toes to my spine
And then leap and bound across the walls of my ribcage
Finally they explode into one million other happy insects
Which sing carols and jingles at the top of their little lungs
My brain tries to catch the beat, and does a tap-dance
And my heart, well she is long gone. She's visiting with some robins up in the clouds

And that is the rough draft.

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