Free verse № 8958
My knuckles were shredded, and torn to the bone My fingers too shaky to grasp at the knob My blood turned grease slippery My shrieks became sobs Nevertheless, you never answered Your ghost never came The wind still holds that infant's voice To mimic all my shame <fainting naked> I leaned upon the pillar, and Samson came to mind But hair is not my strength Nor the cornmeal i'm to grind Now i know that i'm a salesman Who has never earned commission A solicitor unpaid, and left with a decision To stand here, waiting in remission Or, rather down that road For one more door i guess i'm wishing oh, my gun, i must, reload Bought that sucker through Morse code <fainting naked alot> reallity sets in i have a metallic taste in my mouth i can also vaguely hear an ice cream truck down on the other block.. i think and birds chirping? yes, birds i open my eyes half in the door half out but isn't this my house? two young latter day saints are hauling ass down the road. i must have answered the door and collapsed with my wrist rocket out again. shit the thought that i might have a brain tumor crosses my mind great naked, and bleeding from a nasty gash in my head. i yell out to the bike riding (shrieking) helmeted boys "wait! guys!, i was just kidding!" "come back!" "i'm sure we can find something else to talk about!" no reply. the ice cream truck grows nearer and nearer.. i sure could go for a bomb pop right about now. <fainting naked alot, and River does too> <nothing is private, goodbye sweet Idaho>" /> My knuckles were shredded, and torn to the bone My fingers too shaky to grasp at the knob My blood turned grease slippery My shrieks became sobs Nevertheless, you never answered Your ghost never came The wind still holds that infant's voice To mimic all my shame <fainting naked> I leaned upon the pillar, and Samson came to mind But hair is not my strength Nor the cornmeal i'm to grind Now i know that i'm a salesman Who has never earned commission A solicitor unpaid, and left with a decision To stand here, waiting in remission Or, rather down that road For one more door i guess i'm wishing oh, my gun, i must, reload Bought that sucker through Morse code <fainting naked alot> reallity sets in i have a metallic taste in my mouth i can also vaguely hear an ice cream truck down on the other block.. i think and birds chirping? yes, birds i open my eyes half in the door half out but isn't this my house? two young latter day saints are hauling ass down the road. i must have answered the door and collapsed with my wrist rocket out again. shit the thought that i might have a brain tumor crosses my mind great naked, and bleeding from a nasty gash in my head. i yell out to the bike riding (shrieking) helmeted boys "wait! guys!, i was just kidding!" "come back!" "i'm sure we can find something else to talk about!" no reply. the ice cream truck grows nearer and nearer.. i sure could go for a bomb pop right about now. <fainting naked alot, and River does too> <nothing is private, goodbye sweet Idaho>" />
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Free verse № 8958
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