Extraction
Spit at you a tale of an instance
with all the fiber of being
a tale of the least resistance
no more of whom, be seeing.
Same trains coming, steam and Stop
pandering scenery to grasp bearings
Mercury rising, the thermometer popped
always bursts: when Upside-down standing.
Awaken to, this boundless room
Forced to hug myself.
day in, day out, same buffoon
as the picture on the shelf.
So catch a tiger, hold the line
look up with newfound eyes
wasnt at fault, just not ones time
to say whats on the mind....entirely.
Copyright © Peter Calvanese Jr. | Year Posted 2011
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