Bare Skinned in Her Bed

Bare Skinned in Her Bed

A Poem by Working Class Scarecrow

she's still holding my hand, but has she severed my arms?
a canteen full of sand? just another snake that she's charmed?
and we still sleep bare skinned lying in her bed
does it mean anything,or is that just my own head?
and she says she doesn't want me to go away
but I'm splitting at the seams a little more each day

© 2010 Working Class Scarecrow


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Added on August 25, 2010
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Working Class Scarecrow
Working Class Scarecrow

Portland, OR



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I'm a wannabe singer/songwriter with a heart of gold, I hope to get a book published within the next year or so. I want to travel the world writing and singing songs of hope and truth and freedom a.. more..

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