Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Baseball In Some Fashion

thoughtless at times
at times nothing more
men need to swear in some fashion
highs and lows in stride
casual glances towards imprints
alone in the snow frigid snow
where are you now?

scratched by linen tags
on necks rubbed, no grinded raw
sight and sound absent
touch never failing like dignity does
a scar
just a scar never leaving

addictions to pulmonary functions
are just water cooler comedy
broken branches
hold no icy weight
sitting outside when night sets in
breathing darkness in

another cigarette to savor
the death of opportunity
another shattered picture
of emotional grifters
just another mind
drawn to wishful thinking

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