What's Left of Me
I don't know where pieces of me have gone, it seems they just vanish, disappear without even as much as an Abracadabra, orphaned in some barren place where desire goes to die, Sure I've wasted some, threw alot away without regret, I've even given pieces of me to others, but I still have a small amount of what's left of me, I keep it tucked deep in the left pocket of my memory, even though the meager sum of what remains is only equal to the short distance between a smile and laughter, if you ever need a piece of what's left of me, I will give it to you.
JSB
Judge Santiago Burdon
Stray Dogs and Deuces Wild, Not Real Poetry, Quicksand Highway, Fingers in the Fan, Tequilas Bad Advice, Lords of the Afterglow, Overdose of Destiny, Architect of Havoc .
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