Saturday Morning Sleepy Eye
My brain screams broken glass
program edits my thoughts
faster than I type
blood boils
burning holes in my heart
your up draft
put me in a tailspin
and this tree house
deserted jungle island
lifestyle
makes me stir crazy with every passing second
Copyright © Nathan Schaffner | Year Posted 2011
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