the truth

the truth

A Poem by Ashley H

you are not seasonal
you are year round
the fever
stuck in my nostrils
stuck in the grass the same 
shade as hostility and armed
conflict dating back to before
creed and conviction and
using cats as 
tvs and radios 

feast your elbows on a sub terrain chalk full of lost 
socks and implied palm tickles 


we are 
inevitable to say the least
hair grows back

© 2011 Ashley H


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Added on March 24, 2011
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