Noitcidda

Noitcidda

Sugar coated and strange

like peeling the skin

from an open sore,

I think of rain.

The stink of onions

in every sentence uttered,

very much an open mouth

collecting water

from a drain pipe.

And my knuckles bleed

from falling

my lips cracked by the wet concrete.

What shoes?

"I may be crazy but I'm sure not boring."

Spitting out yesterdays lunch,

keeping my hands in my

empty pockets.

Sometimes I fall,

i do,

sometimes I fall.

But I always

get up.

Reviews

[Chris]

THIS one gets you a Friend Request... very real flow and understood