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Aug 2010
Back to the first side of things
Where the water trickles down
To the bottom of your feet dragging
Lagging computer screens
Abandoning last years dreams
To take a whole new trek across
The plains as a seed
Flying on the wind and battling
Oxygenated monsters screaming
Bombing for breathing
The hold of a dead pigeon’s wingspan
Folding blankets of freshly knit
Secretive ****

We were over indulged
To the point of tipping over
Our economies buldged
Till they burst a trickling odor
We were all just inside
Forgetting life without strides
Perhaps we’re all just
Loosing our minds

Back to the first side of things
Where my ring-worms congratulate
My acceptance as a janitor
In a seven story basement
© Cory McQueen
Written by
Chaotic Melodic  Los Angeles, CA
(Los Angeles, CA)   
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   PK Wakefield
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