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Apr 2015
This always happens by mistake.
I put my faith in rust
and act surprised when it burns
straight through
leaving me with jagged edges
and an *** on the curb,
by the beach of broken glass
and chipped asphalt.

I can’t really say it’s my fault.
This is the effect caused
by the scarlet faced trust of
a stranger.
Too bad I never listened
in grade school
about the dangers of faces unknown,
at least I didn’t
and roll straight into traffic.

A word of advice: never
put your trust where people
put their money;
the pockets are always too small
and sometimes
sewn shut, so it’s like
they’re there, but
not really.
Written by
Michael  32/M/New York City
(32/M/New York City)   
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