20
seems like the end of the line
to me.
Car crashes, bad habits, white rabbits
will reduce me down to just a spec of debris
chillin' in a petri
magnified
by a giant
eye st aring
wi th
disdain.
"Helicopter pilot? Yeah right"
hit me like the last thing through a bug's mind
when it splats.
Its own ***
Switched my postion from
s
t
r
a
i
g
h
t
A student
p
to drop out flying u
Eyes down. Laying to keep on track
low
blinded, cataract, stepped out in traffic
splat
like that bug again
or maybe more like promotion
Brand New Adventure
I've seen the way the world
turns
I don't want any p a r t
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
20
seems like the end of the line
to me.
Car crashes, bad habits, white rabbits
will reduce me down to just a spec of debris
chillin' in a petri
magnified
by a giant
eye st aring
wi th
disdain.
"Helicopter pilot? Yeah right"
hit me like the last thing through a bug's mind
when it splats.
Its own ***
Switched my postion from
s
t
r
a
i
g
h
t
A student
p
to drop out flying u
Eyes down. Laying to keep on track
low
blinded, cataract, stepped out in traffic
splat
like that bug again
or maybe more like promotion
Brand New Adventure
I've seen the way the world
turns
I don't want any p a r t
© Daniel Magner 2013
Having fun with my writing for a change.
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