ComfyA Poem by Jacky BonesComfident. After ten long years. Making happy here. In my little tent. Make the drift. On my tiny toy ship. Im finding it. I'm finding out that I Never wanted it to be found. I'm saving myself. For a rainy day. So come on rain my way. I'll ring the bells. For the sake of fashion. And the fear of confrontation. A act with no lines. No symmetry in the mines. You can't be right. When right is on the wrong side of the left. I leave tiny finger cuts. On the papers. I'm on the floor to protect it. Little birds won't forget. To get me window wipers. To glue the door shut. © 2008 Jacky Bones |
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Added on July 13, 2008 Author
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