crossed
my youth
crossed
my mind
old jeans
torn letters
left behind
unearthed chest
remirthed jest
ferry me merry
to a time
i shrugged
to cheek
crease
lugged
a car
lease
threw far
a flat stone
knew bars
than home
now the line
recedes my head
bugs my toes
ruffles my bed
creaks and croaks
spits and chokes
at old dusty jokes
obsolete pokes
crossed
my youth
crossed
my mind
invisible perfume
transparent thyme
left behind
a song
i shall hum
tonight
Saturday, March 20, 2010
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