Pajama pants
milk in glass
watching clocks that don’t move fast
enough.
Leftovers
&
the same.
Microwave myself away
past the unsettling thoughts
into the very daunting forefront.
May I never sing like an angel again
For you, and no one else that cares
for more than a drink and a meaningful stare.
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 2:05 PM UTC
Pajama pants
milk in glass
watching clocks that don’t move fast
enough.
Leftovers
&
the same.
Microwave myself away
past the unsettling thoughts
into the very daunting forefront.
May I never sing like an angel again
For you, and no one else that cares
for more than a drink and a meaningful stare.
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