Thursday, March 3, 2011

or just heartburn

Well pal I've gone gotten lost in the rain again
while watching blackbirds in a torrent.
God slogs on through a world of hurt.
It's taken too long to realize
a downpour scratches its own back
that lonely pyres don't wear
pressed shirts.
Inside my chest is a volcanic tearing
(or just heartburn).
I'm a sob-sack jerk
alone and drunk with it.

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