JPG Magazine: MsB

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Some times I feel like a motherless child

I'm really tired tonight. Just tired. I could make a list I could tell u all about it but I'm just to tired. like drib tired. So many things happened today - bland - joyless - my life flowing down the side streets hitting the storm drain lost forever. salton sea - wet. not being replaced fast enough. someday just the bottom left - cracked - won't be back. but tomorrow's coming in on the early train, i'm always amazed when it shows up on time with the flag of promise snapping in the breeze like a mad terrier.

2 comments:

Shadow said...

such descriptive writing, lovely!

msb said...

maybe the potential of a poem - like dirt - can be shook out...

thanks friend in my night from a place where the sun is currently shining.

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