the dance I do with
myself
somehow, deliberately stomping on
my own feet.
stopping just before the gap oh-
I mind it
don't mind if I
do pass right THROUGH it.
shoot the foot? I have holes
to the stars.
I could hang hooks on the wounds I've
pierced in my nervous little soul.
Confident bark, blink and nod.
"Padlocked and sealed," I'll say.
But through my teeth, raw, I know I'm just treading mud
and banking on the Gods.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
the dance I do with
myself
somehow, deliberately stomping on
my own feet.
stopping just before the gap oh-
I mind it
don't mind if I
do pass right THROUGH it.
shoot the foot? I have holes
to the stars.
I could hang hooks on the wounds I've
pierced in my nervous little soul.
Confident bark, blink and nod.
"Padlocked and sealed," I'll say.
But through my teeth, raw, I know I'm just treading mud
and banking on the Gods.
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