"dysthymically" poems
Moving,riding, dysthymically along
I semi-smiled at a girl on each block
Everytime we were made to stop
The attractive ones
The same broken clock
Giving the correct time twice
Once daily, again in the dark morning for twenty years
Christ
Sorry, no you don't qualify
I lied about the smile.
May 14, 2011
May 14, 2011 at 8:26 PM UTC
Moving,riding, dysthymically along
I semi-smiled at a girl on each block
Everytime we were made to stop
The attractive ones
The same broken clock
Giving the correct time twice
Once daily, again in the dark morning for twenty years
Christ
Sorry, no you don't qualify
I lied about the smile.
Feb 27, 2010
Feb 27, 2010 at 12:31 PM UTC