Wednesday, 13 November 2013

what the crow sees

entwined like fire
brightly
playing nightly
dancing lightly
on my head bone.

slap my face and 
tell me
what may well be
what the crow sees
with my eyeballs.

stolen from my
daydream
by the big stream
cant hear me scream
not my voicebox.

cant hold back this
feeling
sends me reeling
puke at the ceiling
i need some sleep.







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