No News Means No Bad News
A collection of the creative stuff I do when no one's looking.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Woke Up Drunk
Early in the morning,
the bed became unbearable.
The floor was cold and sticky.
Outside on the balcony,
the moon was a sliver and falling.
the sun began to gloat.
The sky was moving faster than the Earth.
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