Somedays you’re
the windshield
somedays you’re
the bug
Me? I’m the guy
with the red rag
hanging from gray
overall pocket who
cleans up the mess
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Day: November 11, 2011
Categories
Timing
Night comes, day goes –
or vice versa. Who knows?
Nocturnal vices of peers-
beer, dancing, sex, beer
in no particular order
My vices of the night –
words, paper, words
am I more profound, or
more boring – or vice versa?
Who knows? Day comes,
night goes
Ponderable polemics, poetic 