![]() Everything and IA Poem by Tim LionEverything and I Snapshot impact! Punch lands, Life ends, Day begins. A stick figure geek With an obvious hangover Crawls the scummy sidewalk Looking for his wounded glasses. He makes my head throb Like a sunlight sledgehammer. A beauty queen / soccer mom Orders unruly overdressed twerps To stop throwing M&Ms at one another At a forever stoplight. I want a bite; A green one. I’m late for a collision with a self- Important prick whose shoes squeak As he briskly walks toward his plain and un- grieved grave. Makes me cry to understand That I’ll never understand Him. I am born and I die Over and over With everyone; All day; everyday; A rogue cell in a volatile organism Always on the brink of explosion And implosion. I’m just like everything else here: Temporary, Yet, Immortal. I am running in every direction At once. I’ll never return. © 2011 Tim LionAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 28, 2011 Last Updated on June 28, 2011 Author![]() Tim LionLake Worth, FLAboutSometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..Writing
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