Thursday, July 30, 2015

Up A Creek

When I am shot
Beating the odds

Just a whiff

Hours I've spent dreaming
saying I have no dreams

This life dangerous
Beautiful in spite of
What they call it

Hiding out in the open
In the tunnels

There is no
Middle of           things

That's when

You'll find me

Low        to

the ground

Even    in it



the        heat

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