Brake Change
Rotors spinning
Desentigration
Gods kingdom
Deceptive revelation
Lies built - unto the throne
Living without guilt
Dying all alone.
Callaper grinds
Whatever she finds
Like god throwing stones
Brakes are broke
No chance to show
Vehicle now disabled
Watching us go.
~END~
February 22nd, 2008
explanation:
this is dedicated to my sharp bud Christopher T. we hung out all day and tried to change the brakes on his van. Inspiration hit me with 3 short poems I'm posting. It was a good day and I had a lot more fun then anyone else. Including you ::points out of screen:: what did you do that day? Didn't hang with us, well,
that's too bad.
sorry, charlie!
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